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