F#m
F#m
Ah-ah-ahh-ah
F#m
Ah-ah-ahh-ah
A E
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
F#m
The hammer of the gods will drive our
ships to new lands
A
To fight the horde, sing and cry
E A F#m
Valhalla, I am coming
A
On we sweep with,
B
with threshing oar
C
Our only goal will be the western shore
F#m
Ah-ah-ahh-ah
F#m
ah-ah-ahh-ah
A E
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
F#m
How soft your fields, so green
can whisper tales of gore, of how we calmed
A
the tides of war
E A F#m
We are your overlords
A
On we sweep,
B
with threshing oar
C
Our only goal will be the western shore
F#m
So now you'd better stop and rebuild
all your ruins
for peace and trust can win the day
C7
despite of all your losing
F#m C9 (x3)
F#m C9 (x7), F#m
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