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ECome from the land of the ice and snow from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
F#mThe hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands, to fight the horde and sing and cryA,
EValhalla, I am comF#ming...
AOn we sweep with, Bwith threshing oar,C our only goal will be the western shore...
F#mA
ECome from the land of the ice and snow from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
F#mHow soft your fields, so green can whisper tales of gore, of how we calmed the tides of waAr
EWe are your overlorF#mds...
AOn we sweep with, Bwith threshing oar,C our only goal will be the western shore...
F#mSo now you better stop, and rebuild all your ruins
F#mFor peace and trust can winthe day despite of all you're C7losingF#m
F#mOoh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
F#mOoh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
F#mOoh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
F#mOoh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
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