Immigrant Song

Ah, ah,
\r\nWe come from the land of the ice and snow,
\r\nFrom the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
\r\nHammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land,
\r\nTo fight the horde, sing and cry: Valhalla, I am coming!
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\r\nOn we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
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\r\nAh, ah,
\r\nWe come from the land of the ice and snow,
\r\nFrom the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
\r\nHow soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
\r\nOf how we calmed the tides of war. We are young overlords.
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\r\nOn we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
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\r\nSo now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
\r\nFor peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.