Tekst:
Ah,ah ah,ah
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 treshing oars,
Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah,ah 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,
We calmed the tides of war,
Can whisper tales of gore:
We are your overlords
On we sweep with treshing oars,
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
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 treshing oars,
Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah,ah 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,
We calmed the tides of war,
Can whisper tales of gore:
We are your overlords
On we sweep with treshing oars,
Our only goal will be the western shore
