Immigrant Song کے بول

Ah... Ah... We Come From The Land Of The Ice N' Snow From The Midnight Sun, Where The Hot Springs Blow The Hammer Of The Gods, Will Drive Our Ships To New Land To Fight The Horde Singin' And Crying Valhalla, I Am Comin' On We Sweep With Threshing Oar Our Only Goal Will Be The Western Shore Ah... Ah... We Come From The Land Of The Ice N' Snow From The Midnight Sun, Where The Hot Springs Blow How Soft Your Fields So Green Can Whisper Tales Of Gore Of How We Calmed The Tides Of War We Are Your Overlords ...So Now You'd Better Stop And Rebuild All Your Ruins For Peace And Trust Can Win The Day Despite All Your Losing Uh...Uh...Uh...