Field of Serpents Songtext
von Amberian Dawn

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!