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