"Immigrant Song"

We come from the land of the ice and snow
 From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
 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
 
 We come from the land of the ice and snow
 From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
 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
 
 S-so now you better stop 
 And rebuild all your ruins
 For peace and trust can winthe day despite of all you're losin'
 
 Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
 Ahh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh