IMMIGRANT SONG

We come from the land of the ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs flow. Hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land. To fight... the hordes and singing and crying. Valhalla I am coming. Always 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 flow. How soft your fields so green. Can whisper tales of gore. Of... how we calmed the tides of war. We are your Over-Lords. Always sweep with threshing oar. Our only goal will be the western shore. So now you'd better stop, and re-build all your ruins. For peace and trust can win the day, despite of all your losing. So now you'd better stop, and re-build all your ruins. For peace and trust can win the day, despite of all your losing. So now you'd better stop, and re-build all your ruins. For peace and trust can win the day, despite of all your losing. Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Ooh-