We come from the
land of the ice and snow, from
the midnight sun where the hot
springs flow. Hammer of the gods will
drive our ships to new land. To fight the
hordes and singing and crying. Valhalla I am
coming. Always 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 hot springs flow. How
soft your fields so green. Can whisper tales of
gore. Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are
your Over-Lords. Always sweep with threshing
oar. Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop, and re-build all
your ruins. For peace and trust can win
the day, despite of all your losing.
Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Ooh-
Ah- Ooh- Ooh- ......