Field Of Serpents — 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 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 Sy?j?t?r, 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 Sy?j?t?r, ancient mother, thy creator -this is thine origin!