Ah, ah,ah ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
We come from ♥The♥ land of ♥The♥ ice and snow,
>from ♥The♥ midnight sun where ♥The♥ hot springs blow.
♥The♥ hammer of ♥The♥ gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight ♥The♥ horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be ♥The♥ western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from ♥The♥ land of ♥The♥ ice and snow,
>from ♥The♥ midnight sun where ♥The♥ hot springs blow.
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 youd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win ♥The♥ day
Despite of all your losing.