[F#m]
[F#m] Ah, ah.

[A] [E] We come from the land of ice and snow,
from the midnite sun where the hot [E] [A] springs blow.
[F#m] The hammer of the gods...
will drive our ships to new lands,
to fight the horde, singing and crying:
[A] [E] Valhalla, I am com...[E] [A] ...ing!

[F#m]
[A] On we sweep
[B] with threshing oar,
[C] our only goal will be the western shore

[F#m]
[F#m] Ah, ah.

[A] [E] We come from the land of ice and snow,
from the midnite sun where the hot [E] [A] springs blow.
[F#m] How soft your fields so green,
can whisper tales of gore,
of how we calmed the tides of war.
[A] [E] We are your over...[E] [A] ...lords.

[F#m]
[A] On we sweep
[B] with threshing oar,
[C] our only goal will be the western shore

[F#m]
So now you'd better stop
and rebuild your ruins,
for peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.

[F#m] (Main Riff, add C9)

One of a couple Led Zeppelin tunes that are just too awesome to leave off the play list.