We come from the land of the ice and so from the midnight sun with a hot spring roll The hammer of the gods that drive our ships to new lands To fight the war, sing and cry, the howl I am lonely Always we wait, this and go, out of the door we’ll be the first action We come from the land of the ice and so from the midnight sun with a hot spring roll How soft your fields so green can whisper tales of gore Of how we call the tides of war, we are your own lords Always we wait, this and go, out of the door we’ll be the first action So now you better stop and bring me all your ruins Where peace and trust can win the day just by now you’re losing So now you better stop and bring me all your ruins So now you better stop and bring me all your ruins So now you better stop and bring me all your ruins Thanks for watching!
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