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We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow Hammer of the Gods will drive our ships to new land to fight the horde sing and cry Valhalla I am coming On we sweep with, Threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore 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 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 So now you'd better stop And rebuild all your ruin For peace and trust can win the day Despite of all your losing . . . AH, AH... AH, AH... |