Ah, ah We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands To fight the horde, singing and crying 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 youd better stop and rebuild all your ruins For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing
threshing, ah, oar, western, sweep