Amberian Dawn

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
Sy?j?t?r, 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