Ah-ah-ahhhh-ah, ah-ah-ahhh-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'll drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, sing an' cry
Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep-we with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah-ah-ahhhh-ah, ah-ah-ahhh-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
S-so now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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