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 their 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 western shore
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 western shore
So now you'd better stop and rebuild your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite all your losing