Immigrant Song Lyrics
| Song | Immigrant Song |
| Artist | Led Zeppelin |
| Album | The Complete Studio Albums |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 whisper tales of gore, | |
| Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords. | |
| On we sweep with threshing oar, | |
| Our only goal will be the western shore. | |
| So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins, | |
| For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing. |
| 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 whisper tales of gore, | |
| Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords. | |
| On we sweep with threshing oar, | |
| Our only goal will be the western shore. | |
| So now you' d better stop and rebuild all your ruins, | |
| For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing. |
| 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 whisper tales of gore, | |
| Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords. | |
| On we sweep with threshing oar, | |
| Our only goal will be the western shore. | |
| So now you' d better stop and rebuild all your ruins, | |
| For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing. |
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