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 ship to new lands
To fight the horde
Screaming and praying
Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep
With a threshing oar
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
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 threshing oar
Our only goal
Will be the western shore
So now you'd better stop
And rebuild all your ruins
For peace and the trust
Can win the day
Despite all your losing
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
