Ah-ah-ahhhh-ah, ah-ah-ahhh-ah

We come from the land of the ice and snow

From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow

Hammer of the gods

We'll drive our ships to new lands

To fight the horde, sing an' cry

Valhalla, I am coming

On we sweep-we with threshing oar

Our only goal will be the western shore



Ah-ah-ahhhh-ah, ah-ah-ahhh-ah

We come from the land of the ice and snow

From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow

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



S-so now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins

For peace and trust can win the day

Despite of all your losing



Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh




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