Ah-ah-ahhhh-ah, ah-ah-ahhhh-ah [bad word] from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow  Hammer of the gods Will drive our ships to new lands To fight the horde, sing and cry Valhalla, I [bad word] On we sweep with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore  Ah-ah-ahhhh-ah, ah-ah-ahhhh-ah [bad word] from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow  How soft your fields so green Whispered 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 [bad word] For peace and [bad word] can win the day Despite all your losing