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.