| Song | Field Of Serpents |
| Artist | Amberian Dawn |
| Album | End of Eden |
| 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! |