A-ah-ahh-ah
Ah-ah-ahh-ah
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, sing and cry
Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep with
With threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah-ah-ahh-ah
Ah-ah-ahh-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
S-so now you better stop
Rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all you're losin'
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ahh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
