Sampo

The old and evil witch of the lightless Northland She asked the skilful blacksmith To forge the wondrous Sampo, the lid in many colors The mighty mill to make good fortune to its holder The master of the forge and smithy Forges for her the lid in colors Mixes together certain metals See the fire now burn in his eyes! The blacksmith of Pohjola Sees the magic Sampo rising Yet he has not the bride of beauty See the fire now burn in his eyes! Sampo, the lid in colors And he hammers for her the lid in many colors Rising from the fire To have her fairest daughter as a trade-off To be his wife and queen forever and ever The master of the forge and smithy Forges for her the lid in colors Mixes together certain metals See the fire now burn in his eyes! The blacksmith of Pohjola Sees the magic Sampo rising Yet he has not the bride of beauty See the fire now burn in his eyes! Sampo, the lid in colors The master of the forge and smithy Forges for her the lid in colors Mixes together certain metals See the fire now burn in his eyes! The blacksmith of Pohjola Sees the magic Sampo rising Yet he has not the bride of beauty See the fire now burn in his eyes! Sampo, the lid in colors