Ah,ah 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:
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Valhalla, I am coming.
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On we sweep with treshing oars,
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Our only goal will be the western shore.
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Ah,ah 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,
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We calmed the tides of war,
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Can whisper tales of gore:
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We are your overlords.
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On we sweep with treshing oars,
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Our only goal will be the western shore.
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Immigrant Song
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| Cyndi Lauper |
