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 and sing and cry,
Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep with, with threshing oar, our only goal will be the western shore
Come from the land of the 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, with threshing oar, our only goal will be the western shore
So now you better stop, and rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can winthe day despite of all you're losing
Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
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