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 of all your losing