Immigrant Song (Alternate Mix)

Come from the land of the ice and snow

From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow

The 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 the threshing oar

Our only goal would be the western shore

Come from the land of the ice and snow

From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow

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 would be the western shore

So now you'd better stop

And rebuild all your ruins

For peace and trust can win the day

Despite of all your losin'