Текст песни Immigrant Song - Vanilla Fudge

We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the hordes
Sing on the cryin'
Valhalla, I am coming

On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
How soft your fields so green
Can whisper tales of gore
Of how we calmed the tides of war
Yes we are, we are
The arrow of the Lord

On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

Now you better stop
And rebuild all your ruins
For peace and justice should win the day
Despite all your demons