Field of Serpents Lyrics

Forge thyself a golden plowshare,
forge the beam and mail of silver.
And then with ease
thou can plow the field of serpents,
plow the field of hissing vipers
- plow the soil of evil Hisi!
I'll hunt thine ancient mother of evil,
hunt thine origin, o hissing serpent
- vilest thing of god's create!
Syöjätär, ancient mother, thy creator
- this is thine origin!

Serpents there of every species,
Lempo furrowed it with the white horses
and his plowshare!
With a beam of flaming iron!
Never since has a northern hero
brought this field to c**tivation.
I'll hunt thine ancient mother of evil,
hunt thine origin, o hissing serpent
- vilest thing of god's create!
Syöjätär, ancient mother, thy creator
- this is thine origin!
Get thee hence, thou loathsome monster,
clear the pathway of this hero!

I'll hunt thine ancient mother of evil,
hunt thine origin, o hissing serpent
- vilest thing of god's create!
Syöjätär, ancient mother, thy creator
- this is thine origin!