AH AH AH AH
AH AH AH 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 DRIVE OUR SHIPS
TO NEW LANDS
TO FIGHT THE HORDE
AND SING AND CRY
VALHALLA I AM COMING
ON WE SWEEP WITH
THRASHING OARS
OUR ONLY GOAL WILL BE
THE WESTERN SHORE
AH AH AH AH
AH AH AH 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
AND WHISPER TALES
OF GORE
OF HOW WE CALM
THE TIDES OF WAR
WE ARE YOUR
OVERLORDS
ALWAYS SWEEP WITH
THRASHING OARS
OUR ONLY GOAL WILL BE
THE WESTERN SHORES
SO NOW YOU BETTER
STOP AND REBUILD
ALL YOUR RUINS
FOR PEACE AND TRUST
CAN WIN THE DAY
DESPITE OF ALL
YOUR LOSIN'
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