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