Field Of Serpents

Field Of Serpents Lyrics

Forge thyself a golden plowshare,
Forge the beam and mail of silver.
Ant the 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 cultivation.

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!