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