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Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and sno
w,
from the midnight sun where the hot spri
ngs 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 sno
w,
from the midnight sun where the hot spri
ngs 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.
Immigrant Song - 莱德 泽普林 歌词由---热心网友qingt
erbao 提供
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