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