Ah-

ah-

ahhh-

ah!

Ah-

ah-

ahhh-

ah!

We

come

from

the

land

of

the

ice

and

snow,

From

the

mid-

night

sun

where

the

hot

springs

blow

Ham-

mer

of

the

Gods

Will

drive

our

ships

to

new

lands

To

fight

the

horde,

and

sing

and

cry:

"Val-

ha-

ll-

a

I

am

com-

ing."

On

we

sweep

with

thre-

shing

oar.

Our

on-

ly

goal

will

be

the

wes-

tern

shore.

Ah-

ah-

ahhh-

ah!

Ah-

ah-

ahhh-

ah!

We

come

from

the

land

of

the

ice

and

snow,

From

the

mid-

night

sun

where

the

hot

springs

blow

How

soft

your

fields

so

green

Can

whis-

per

tales

of

gore,

Of

how

we

calmed

the

tides

of

war.

We

are

yo-

ur

over-

lords.

On

we

sweep

with

thre-

shing

oar.

Our

on-

ly

goal

will

be

the

wes-

tern

shore.

So

now

you

bet-

ter

stop

And

re-

build

all

your

ru-

ins.

For

peace

and

trust

can

win

the

day

De-

spite

of

all

your

lo-

sing.