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 thrashing 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 Sultry fields of green Whispered tales of lore Of how we calmed the tides of war We are your overlords On we sweep With thrashing 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 all your losing