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