Immigrant song

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 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.
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'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
for peace and trust can win the day
despite of all your losing.