Field Of Serpents

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!