Immigrant Song.mid

Ah, ah.
We come 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 hordes, and sing and cry,
Valhalla I am coming.

On we sweep with threshing oar,
our only goal will be the western shore.

Ah, ah.
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 all your losing.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ah.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.