| G | D |
| We | come from the land of the ice and snow |
| D | G |
| From the | midnight sun where the hot | springs blow |
| Em |
| The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands |
To fight the horde and singing and crying
| D | G | Em |
| Valhalla, I am coming | | |
| A# |
| Our only goal will be the western shore |
| G | D |
| We | come from the land of the ice and snow |
| D | G |
| From the | midnight sun where the hot | springs blow |
| Em |
| How soft your fields, so green |
| Em |
| Can w | hisper tales of gore |
| Em | G |
| Of | how we calmed the tides of war | |
| D | G | Em |
| We are your overlords | | |
| A# |
| Our only goal will be the western shore |
| Em |
| So now you better stop and rebuild all your ruins |
| Em |
| For peace and trust can win the day despite of all you’re losing |