We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot spring flows
Hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land
To fight the horde and sing and cry, "Valhalla I am coming"
On we sweep with, threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot spring flows
How soft your fields so green can whisper tales of gore
Of how we calmed the tides of war we are your overlords
On we sweep with, threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruin
For peace and trust can win the day, despite all of your losin'
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruin
For peace and trust can win the day, despite all of your losin'
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruin
For peace and trust can win the day, despite all of your losin'
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
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