Immigrant Song - Informatik

Ahh!

Ahh!

We come 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

Sing and cry

Valhalla, I am coming

On we sweep with threshing oar

Our only goal will be the western shore

Ahh!

Ahh!

We come from the land of the ice and snow

From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow

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 threshing oar

Our only goal will be the western shore

So now you’d better stop

And rebuild all your ruins

For peace and trust can win the day

Despite of all your losing