Amberian Dawn - Field of Serpents lyrics

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!