(Two, three, four)

Ah!

Ah!

The hammer of the gods

Will drive our ships to new land

To fight the horde, and sing, and cry

Valhalla, I am coming

On we sweep with, with threshing oar

Ah!

Ah!

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

So now you'd better stop

And rebuild all your ruins

For peace and trust can win the day

Despite of all your losing