| We come from the land of the ice and snow
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| From the midnight sun where the hot spring flows
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| Hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land
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| To fight the horde and sing and cry, «Valhalla I am coming»
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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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| Ah, ah
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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 spring flows
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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 ruin
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| For peace and trust can win the day, despite all of your losin'
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| So now you’d better stop and rebuild all your ruin
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| For peace and trust can win the day, despite all of your losin'
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| So now you’d better stop and rebuild all your ruin
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| For peace and trust can win the day, despite all of your losin'
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| Ah, ah
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| Ah, ah
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| Ah, ah |