Immigrant Song

We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
We hammer our gods
We drive our ships to new lands
We fight the horde, we sing and cry
Valhalla, I am coming

Home we sweep 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
We start to feel so free
We whisper tales of old
Of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords

Home we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

So now you'd better start
Reaping all your ruins
Only peace and trust can win the day
Despite all of your losing