We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow

Hammer of the Gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, and sing and cry:
"Valhalla I am coming"

On we sweep with, with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

An' 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 overlo__rds

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