9 December 2008
We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. Hammer of the gods Will drive our ships to new lands, To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I a
Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul Its time to taste what you most fear Right guard will n
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