F#m
Ah, ah.
AE
We come from the land of ice and snow,
E
from the midnite sun where the hot springs blow.
F#m
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships
F#m
to new lands, to fight the horde, singing and crying
EAF#m
Vahala, I am coming!
AB
On we sweep with treshing oar,
C
Our only goal will be the western shore
F#m
Ah, ah.
AE
We come from the land of ice and snow,
E
from the midnite sun where the hot springs blow.
F#m
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
F#m
of how we calmed the tides of war.
E
We are your over lords.
AB
On we sweep with treshing oar,
C
Our only goal will be the western shore
F#m
So now youʼd better stop and rebuild your ruins,
F#m
for peace and trust can win the day
F#m
despite of all your losing.
