Immigrant Song ( Sing ) Play

And from the land of the ice and snow, from the midnights and for the hot spring flow.

The hammer of the dawn, would drive our ships to new land.

Wipe the halls, sing and cry, Valhalla I am coming.

Oh, where's Tweed Whip?

Where's Sheena?

Where's Tweed Sheena?

From the land of the ice and snow,

From the midnight sun,

From the hot springs below.

Such feels so green,

The whispered tales of gore,

How we call the heights of war,

We are your overlords.

Oh, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's

me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's

me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's

me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's

me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me,

you in the day despite of all you're losing.