Immigrant Song

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 hordes, singing and crying:
Valhalla I am coming
On we sweep, with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
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 Over-Lords
On we sweep, with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you better stop
And rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losings
Ooh ooh oh
Ooh ooh oh