Ah, ah! Ah, ah!

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
With the midnight sun, where the hot springs blow!

The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land,
Fight the horde, singing and crying,
Val-halla, I am coming!

On we sweep, with the threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore!

Ah, ah! Ah, ah!

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
With the midnight sun, where the hot springs blow!

So soft your fields of green, hide your tales of gore,
Our howling calms your tides of war,
We are your overlords!

On we sweep, with the threshing 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 losing!

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo, Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo, Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo, Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo, Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo!