A-ah-ahh-ah, ah-ah-ahh-ah
 [bad word] from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde and sing and cry,
Valhalla, I [bad word] 

On we sweep with, with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

Ah-ah-ahh-ah, ah-ah-ahh-ah
 [bad word] from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
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, with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

S-so now you better stop and rebuild all [bad word] 
For peace and [bad word] can win the day despite of all you're losin'

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh,
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ahh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh,
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh