Immigrant…

On we Sweep with threshing oar… our only goal will be the western shore.. 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 brought the tides of War… we are your overlords….

Tribute to the great Led Zeppelin’s…. The Immigrant Song…. one word changed… the word “brought”… for “calmed”….

The overlords are coming…. they’re already here…

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