We come from the land
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of the ice and snow
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From the midnight sun
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where the hot springs blow
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Hammer of the Gods
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Will drive our ships
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to new lands
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To fight the horde
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and sing and cry
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Valhalla I am coming
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On we sweep with
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with threshing oar
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Our only goal will
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be the western shore
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<Interlude>
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An' we come from the land
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of the ice and snow
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From the midnight sun
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where the hot springs blow
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How soft your fields so green
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Can whisper tales of gore
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Of how we calmed
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the tides of war
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We are your overlords
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On we sweep with threshing oar
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Our only goal will
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be the western shore
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<Interlude>
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So now you better stop
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And rebuild all your ruins
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For peace and trust
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can win the day
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Despite of all your losing
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Immigrant Song
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Great White |