We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun were the hot spring blow The "Hammer of gods" will drive our ships to new lands Fight the horde; singing and crying Valhalla i.аm coming On we sweep with trashing oar Our only goal will be the western shore We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun were the hot spring blow How soft your fields of green can whisper tales of gore Of how we calm the tides of war,we are your overlords On we sweep with trashing oar Our only goal will be the western shore So now you better stop and rebuild all your ruins For peace and trust can win the day despite all your loosing