Amberian Dawn
Amberian Dawn - Field Of Serpents lyrics
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Forge thyself a golden plowshare, Forge the beam and mail of silver. Ant the with ease Thou can plow the field of serpents, Plow the field of hissing vipers plow 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 plowshare! 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!