Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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
Now you'd better stop
Rebuild all your ruins
Peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing
[Inaudible]