We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the Gods will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde
singing and crying
Valhalla
I am coming.
On we sweep with treshing oar
Our only goal will be the Western shore.
We come from the land of ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
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 treshing oar
Our only goal will be the Western shore.
Now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day desite all your losing.
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