Fm
Ah, ah.
G#D#7
We come from the land of ice and snow,
D#7
from the midnite sun where the hot springs blow.
Fm
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships
Fm
to new lands, to fight the horde, singing and crying
D#7G#Fm
Vahala, I am coming!
G#A#
On we sweep with treshing oar,
B
Our only goal will be the western shore
Fm
Ah, ah.
G#D#7
We come from the land of ice and snow,
D#7
from the midnite sun where the hot springs blow.
Fm
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Fm
of how we calmed the tides of war.
D#7
We are your over lords.
G#A#
On we sweep with treshing oar,
B
Our only goal will be the western shore
Fm
So now youʼd better stop and rebuild your ruins,
Fm
for peace and trust can win the day
Fm
despite of all your losing.
