Immigrant Song
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 all your losing