We come from the land of the ice and snow-From the midnight sun where the hotsprings blow!
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land-Fight the horde, sing and cry: Valhalla I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar-Our only goal will be the western shore!
We come from the land of the ice and snow-From the midnight sun where the hotsprings 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!
So now you better stop and rebuild all your ruin-For peace and trust can win the day, despite of all your losing!
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land-Fight the horde, sing and cry: Valhalla I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar-Our only goal will be the western shore!
We come from the land of the ice and snow-From the midnight sun where the hotsprings 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!
So now you better stop and rebuild all your ruin-For peace and trust can win the day, despite of all your losing!