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 treshing oar

Our only goal will be the Western shore.

We come from the land of 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 treshing oar

Our only goal will be the Western shore.
Now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins

For peace and trust can win the day desite all your losing.