Immigrant Song Songtext

To fight the horde
Sing and cry
Valhalla, I am coming

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

Ahh! Ahh!
We come from the land
Of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun
Where the hot springs blow

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 threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you'd better stop
And rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing