We come from the land of the house and snow From the midnight sun to where the hot springs flow We come from the Arctic glass We will drive our ships to the new land Fight, fight, fight the wolves, sing and cry Fight, fight, fight I'm not a sailor, it's a fishing hole I only go to the western shore We come from the land of the house and snow From the midnight sun to where the hot springs flow I'm such a fish on the reef The whisper of the tales of old We come, the tides of war We come to the Isle of Wight Yes I'm not a sailor, it's a fishing hole I only go to the western shore So now you better stop and rebuild all your ruins These ancients came in today despite all of your losing So now you better stop and rebuild all your ruins These ancients came in today despite all of your losing These ancients came in today despite all of your losing RUN! RUN! RUN!