Skellum textanum hér inn ef menn eru ekki með hann á hreinu. Ah, ah, We come from the land 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. Ah, ah, We come from the land of the ice and snow, >from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, Can...