We come from the land of the ice and snow where the midnight sun and the hot springs BLOW Hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land to fight the horde and singin' and cryin' Valhalla I am coming
On we sweep with, threshing oar our only goal will be the western shore
AH,AH (x2)
We come from the land of the ice and snow where the midnight sun and 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 of all your losin ooo oo oo ooo ooo ooo oo oo oo oo oo oo ooo oo oo ooo