Testo Sampo

The old and evil witch of the lightless Northland
She asked the skillful blacksmith
To forge the wondrous sampo, the lid in many colors
The mighty mill to make good fortune to its holder

The master of 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

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 forge and smithy
Forges for her the lid in colors
Mixes together certain metals
See the fire now burn in his eyesThe blacksmith of Pohjola
Sees the magic sampo rising
Yet he has not the bride of beauty
See the fire now burn in his eyes
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