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Immigrant Song
Ash... aah... aah... aah...
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the mid-nite sun where the hot springs blow
The hammer of the Gods will drive
Our ships to new land
To fight the hoards singing and crying
Valhalla I am coming
*On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
How soft your fields so green
Can whisper tales of gore
Of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overloads
(Repeat *)
So now you'd better stop
And rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win
The day despite all your losing
Ooh-oooh..., ooh-ooh