Immigrant Song

Ah-ah-ah, ah

Ah-ah-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 land

To fight the horde and sing and cry

"Valhalla, I am coming"

On we sweep with

Threshing oar

Our only goal will be the western shore

Ah-ah-ah, ah

Ah-ah-ah, ah

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 overlords

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 losing