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We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
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The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands, To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
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| You know you are not really a viking. | |
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On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
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| Shut up man, you're ruining my theme song. | |
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| Aw man, I love this song, now you have tainted it! | |
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