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 and sing and cry Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep with the threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore
Ahhh-ah-ah! Ahhh-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 the threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore
On we sweep with the threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins Peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing
