We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow 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 you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing -Led Zeppelin

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