Immigrant Song (1/4/71 Paris Theatre)

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

We come from the land of the ice and snow

From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow

Hammer of the gods

Will drive our ships to new lands

To fight the horde, sing and cry

Valhalla, I am coming, yeah

On we sweep with threshing oar

Our only goal will be the western shore

Ah-ah-ah-ah, 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

Whispered tales of gore

Of how we calmed the tides of war

Baby baby, ho-o-h-oh, 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 trust can win the day

Despite all your losing