Ah, ah,
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We come from the land of the ice and snow,
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From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
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The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
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To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
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On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
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Ah, ah,
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We come from the land of the ice and snow,
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From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
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How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
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Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.
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On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
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So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
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For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.
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Immigrant Song
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Coalesce |