(original: Led Zeppelin)
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun were the hot spring blow…
The “Hammer of gods” willdrive our ships to new lands,
fight the horde; singing and crying Valhala i`m coming…
On we sweep with trashing oar,
our only goal will be the western shore…
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun were the hot spring blow…
How soft your fields of green can whisper tales of gore
of how we calm the tides of war,we are your overlords…
On we sweep with trashing oar,
our only goal will be the western shore…
So now you better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
for peace and trust can win the day despite all your loosing.
