Immigrant Song

Aaaaah Aaaaah We 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 lands To fight the horde, singing and crying Valhalla, I am coming On we sweep With threshing oar Our only goal Will be the westernshore Aaaaah Aaaaah 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 westernshore So now you'd better stop And rebuild all your ruins For peace and trust can win the day Despite of all you're losing Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh