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 horde, sing and cry 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 We are your overlords On we sweep with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore Solo: Freki In the year 800 Hordes of warrior from the Danish kingdom Began to invade the coast of the English land of East Anglia A great army of all the Scandinavian people United a single banner And led by the sons of Ragnar Lothbrok For many years now we've been raiding your lands Dozens of your people murdered by our hands This time we haven't come with a raiding party England feel the wrath of the Heathen army Dette Er Danelagen Bøje Sig So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing credits