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 and sing and cry, Valhalla, I am coming

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

On we sweep with, with threshing oar

Our only goal will be the western shore

S-so now you better stop and rebuild all your ruins

For peace and trust can winthe day despite of all you're losin'