A-a-ah, ah, a-a-ah, ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
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The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, and sing and cry
Valhalla, I am coming
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On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
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A-a-ah, ah, a-a-ah, ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
How soft your field so green
Can whisper tales of Thor
Of how we come in times 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 ruins
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite all your losing
Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh
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