text: 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, sing and cry
  Valhalla, I am coming, yeah
  On we sweep with, 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 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, with threshing oar
  Our only goal will be the western shore
  Oh
  I think youd better stop
  And rebuild all your ruins
  For peace and trust can win the day despite, despite of all your losing