Ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah Hammer of the gods Will drive our ships to new lands To fight the horde, sing and cry Valhalla, I am coming On we sweep with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore Ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah 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 Ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah So now you'd better stop and rebuild all of your ruins For peace and trust will win the day despite of all your losing