Out here in the barren north where our town lies

Men are used to clash their swords, to show off their might

Many a village has tried to press claim on our land

But all of them met their fate, were crushed by our hand

After long conflict their towns finally we held

Taken all possessions now we must search for new wealth

Where will we raid for lots of gold?

Out on the eastern road

Watch our adventure now unfold

Out on the eastern road

We travel to unknown regions never seen before

We met bands of wild savages, all with their own lore

They worship different gods and in small huts they live

They are primitive people, so what can they give?

Where will we raid for lots of gold?

Out on the eastern road

Watch our adventure now unfold

Out on the eastern road

Where will we raid for lots of gold?

Out on the eastern road

Watch our adventure now unfold

Out on the eastern road

Keep an eye out for tales untold

Out on the eastern road

For all their riches we now hold

Maiden, fairest beauty

Promised to me

So I was tricked

And sent northward

Land of witchcraft

Where I am kept to do my craft

I have built

A mighty furnace

Combined feathers,

Milk of virtue

With a seed

And finest fleece

These are the things I need

When the fire leaps through the windows

From flames arise

Through the door the sparks fly upward

Work through the night

From the fire, from the furnace

I shall extract

Finest magic gift of all

A great artefact

I see the dark deceit

And am not pleased

With my creation

So vicious

And malicious

Back into the furnace you’re cast

Molten metals blossom

On the bottom

They start forming

I bend downward

To see the heart

Of the shapes that there now appear

I have built

A mighty furnace

Combined feathers,

Milk of virtue

With a seed

And finest fleece

These are the things I need

When the fire leaps through the windows

From flames arise

Through the door the sparks fly upward

Work through the night

From the fire, from the furnace

I shall extract

Finest magic gift of all

A great artefact

Eastwind rushing

Westwind roaring

Southwind crying

Northwind howling

When the fire leaps through the windows

From flames arise

Through the door the sparks fly upward

Work through the night

From the fire, from the furnace

I shall extract

Finest magic gift of all

A great artefact

Sampo, the great work of the blacksmith
Was taken from the northland
As planned by the magician
Through great spell of the minstrel
Through great spell causing slumber
The host escaped

Louhi, when she had been awakened

She found the Sampo taken

And so she called for vengeance

A thick fog and destruction

A thick fog found the heroes

Then it began

War on the war god rising from the depths

Fear the son of Old-Age who comes for your flesh

Fire burned down the windrows, he blocked out the light

Kill the ancient monster, who brought the endless night

Three days the host was bound in blue-sea

And could not flee in safety

From wrath of their pursuers

The minstrel would not suffer

The minstrel would not perish

And drew his blade

Quickly the vapor breaks and rises

Far was seen the horizon

But when they started rowing

They heard a mighty roaring

They heard a massive rushing

Then he arose

War on the war god rising from the depths

Fear the son of Old-Age who comes for your flesh

Fire burned down the windrows, he blocked out the light

Kill the ancient monster, who brought the endless night

The boat was caught in immense assault

Where foam was shooting skyward

And vicious waves were rolling

The vessel was in turmoil

The vessel was in trouble

Was this the end?

Trembling, the host perceived the monster

Then rose the mighty hero

And he opposed the monster

But Tursas gave no answer

But Tursas showed no despair

And so they fought

War on the war god rising from the depths

Fear the son of Old-Age who comes for your flesh

Fire burned down the windrows, he blocked out the light

Kill the ancient monster, who brought the endless night

We return from our journey. Back from foreign lands afar

There’s one place, one place I long to right in the town center’s heart

Fire’s burning, people singing. You are welcomed with a smile

And the smell of alcohol, it can be noticed from a mile

Here in the great tavern mead is flowing from our pints

Bring me ale, and bring me sahti; Bring me all that you can find

Here in the great tavern morning comes with stingy bite

That’s a worry for tomorrow; Now let’s party through the night

Tankards served by lovely maidens filled with nectar of the gods

This is one special occasion so bring out all of the hoard

Friends, we will now drink together. I’ll have yours, you can have mine

Now get drunk and have a good time. Drink from that delicious wine

Here in the great tavern mead is flowing from our pints

Bring me ale, and bring me sahti; Bring me all that you can find

Here in the great tavern morning comes with stingy bite

That’s a worry for tomorrow; Now let’s party through the night

Skål!

Have you heard of a man, a true legend, who owns the land

All from Denmark, up to Sweden. Through his skill he did receive them

A steward for king Harald, ruler of Denmark and Gotland

“Help me rule,” he was asked, to reinforce the kingdom so it lasts

Now the king, had some foes; “He is too old, he’s got to go!”

And they had schemed, made a plan. To get rid of this aged man

He took a bath, and he found they wanted to see their king drowned

And so he said, “Though I am weak… Death in combat is the death I seek.”

Now I tell you grandfather’s tale. Out to battle he had sailed

Called on men from far and wide to fight by his side

On request of King Harald, who wanted to die in war

He sent his men out to fight, until either king would die

No tale tells of greater war, and Sigurd’s men fought like a boar

Many men fell, on both sides. Back and forth went battle’s tide

Now one might see, far and wide the corpses of those who had died

When Harald saw the blood and gore he took his wagon and rode into war

Now I tell you grandfather’s tale. Out to battle he had sailed

Called on men from far and wide to fight by his side

On request of King Harald, who wanted to die in war

He sent his men out to the fight, with the gods at their side

Out into the battle they did ride

In the ranks an empty cart. This means the king did fall

For hundred-fifty years he lived.

Now slaughtered he lies there on the field

And a truce was offered there

An end to the war now his fate was sealed

The body found, and cleaned of blood

With honors prepared, placed on his wagon

With a saddle put in a howe

To go to Valhall, or forever ride on