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