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 horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am 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 trust can win the day
despite of all your losing

LED ZEPPELIN