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 is the western shore

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 thrashing oar
Our only goal is 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