Immigrant Song
Ah....We come from the landof the ice and snowFrom the midnight sunwhere the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods will driveour ships to new landsTo 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....We come from the landof the ice and snowFrom the midnight sunwhere the hot springs blow
How soft your fields so green,can whisper tales of goreOf how we calmed the tides of warWe are your overlords
On we sweep with threshing oar,Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you'd better stopand rebuild all your ruinsFor peace and trust can win the daydespite of all your losing.