We Ride.

Ah, ah!

We come from the land of the ice and snow,

From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow

HAMMER OF THE GODS

We'll drive our ships to new lands,

To fight The Horde, singing and crying,

'Valhalla, I am coming!'

On we sweep with threshing oar,

Our only goal will be The Western Shore

Ah, ah!

Ah, 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 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 —