Amberian Dawn - Field Of Serpents

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Forge thyself a golden ploughshare,
Forge the beam and mail of silver.
And then with ease
Thou can plough the field of serpents,
Plough the field of hissing vipers
-plough 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 ploughshare!
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!