[00:35.080]Ah, ah,
[00:44.020]We come from the land of the ice and snow,
[00:45.830]From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
[00:49.370]The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
[00:56.440]To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
[01:06.940]
[01:09.920]On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
[01:17.910]
[01:21.800]Ah, ah,
[01:30.640]We come from the land of the ice and snow,
[01:32.620]From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
[01:35.650]How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
[01:44.100]Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.
[01:54.320]
[01:56.790]On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
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[02:09.020]So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
[02:13.420]For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.
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