Ah-ah, ah-ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new land
We'll fight the horde
We'll sing and cry
Valhalla, I am coming
All your sweet bread
Threshing low
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
All your sweet bread
Threshing low
Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
So now you'd better stop
And rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust we can win the day
Despite all your losing
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
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