Immigrant Song - SOAK

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 hordes, singing and crying:

Valhalla I am coming

On we sweep, with threshing oar

Our only goal will be the western shore

Ah

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 Over-Lords

On we sweep, with 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 of all your losings

Ooh ooh oh

Ooh ooh oh