Song | Field Of Serpents |
Artist | Amberian Dawn |
Album | End of Eden |
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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! |
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 | |
Sy j t r, 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 | |
Sy j t r, 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 | |
Sy j t r, ancient mother, thy creator | |
this is thine origin! |
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 | |
Sy j t r, 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 | |
Sy j t r, 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 | |
Sy j t r, ancient mother, thy creator | |
this is thine origin! |