Ah-ah-ahh-ah Ah-ah-ahh-ah 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-ahh-ah ♪ Ah-ah-ahh-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 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 ♪ I think you better stop Rebuild all your ruins For peace and trust can win the day Despite, despite of all your losin', right