Immigrant Song
Jimmy Page, Robert Plant
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 and sing and cry
Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep with, with threshing oar
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 FLOW
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, with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you better stop
And rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all you're losin'
Oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh