Immigrant Song

Aaaaah

Aaaaah

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 threshing oar

Our only goal

Will be the westernshore

Aaaaah

Aaaaah

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 westernshore

So now you’d better stop

And rebuild all your ruins

For peace and trust can win the day

Despite of all you’re losing

Uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh