Ah, ah,
We come from the Land of the Ice and Snow,
From the Midnight Sun where the Hot Springs blow . . .
Hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land,
To fight the horde, sing and cry: 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 Overlords . . .
On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore . . .
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your Ruins,
For Peace and Trust can win the Day despite of all your Losing . . .
. . . . . . . . . . lyrics: Led Zeppelin, The Immigrant Song
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