Ah-ah-ahhh-ah!
Ah-ah-ahhh-ah!
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the mid-night sun where the hot springs blow
Ham-mer of the Gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, and sing and cry:
"Val-ha-ll-a I am com-ing."
On we sweep with thre-shing oar.
Our on-ly goal will be the wes-tern shore.
Ah-ah-ahhh-ah!
Ah-ah-ahhh-ah!
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the mid-night sun where the hot springs blow
How soft your fields so green
Can whis-per tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are yo-ur over-lords.
On we sweep with thre-shing oar.
Our on-ly goal will be the wes-tern shore.
So now you bet-ter stop
And re-build all your ru-ins.
For peace and trust can win the day
De-spite of all your lo-sing.
