Immigrant Song - Dark Angel

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs  blow,
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to  new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I'm coming.

On 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  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 the trust can win the day  despite  all your losing.