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Riff 1
Riff 2
C7
Riff 2
C7
Ah, ah,
A5 We cE5ome from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hE5ot sprA5ings flow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
A5 E5 Valhalla, I am coming! E5 A5
A5On we sweep with B threshing oar,C Our only goal will be the western shore.
Riff 1
Ah, ah,
A5 We cE5ome from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hE5ot sprA5ings blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
A5 E5 We are your overlords. E5 A5
A5On we sweep with B threshing oar,C Our only goal will be the western shore.
Riff 1
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
(Riff 2) x4
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.
(Riff 3) x7
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