Ah,Ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow 

Hammer of the gods
will drive our ships to new land
to fight the horde
and sing and cry
Valhalla I am coming 

On we sweep
with, threshing oar
our only goal will be the western shore 

Ah,Ah
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 

So now you'd better stop
and rebuild all your ruin
for peace and trust can win the day despite, despite all your losin