Of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun
Where the hot springs blow
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, singing and crying
Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep
With threshing oar
Our only goal
Will be the western shore
Of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun
Where the hot springs blow
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, singing and crying
Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep
With threshing oar
Our only goal
Will be the western shore
Princes of Leon
Princes of Leon