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