Field Of Serpents

Текст песни Amberian Dawn - Field Of Serpents

Field of Serpents LyricsForge 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!