Ah, ah, We come the land of the ice and snow, From the sun where the hot springs blow. Hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land, To fight the horde, and cry: Valhalla, I am
On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah, We from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we the of war. We are young overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar, only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins, For peace and trust can the day despite of all your losing.