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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 Hiisi!

I'll hunt thine ancient mother of evil,
Oh, 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,
Oh, 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,
Oh, hissing serpent
- vilest thing of God's create
Syöjätär, ancient mother, thy creator
- this is thine origin!

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