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