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The old and evil witch of the lightless NorthlandShe asked the skillful blacksmithTo forge the wondrous sampo, the lid in many colorsThe mighty mill to make good fortune to its holderThe master of forge and smithyForges for her the lid in colorsMixes together certain metalsSee the fire now burn in his eyesThe blacksmith of PohjolaSees the magic sampo risingYet he has not the bride of beautySee the fire now burn in his eyesAnd he hammers for her the lid in many colorsRising from the fireTo have her fairest daughter as a trade-offTo be his wife and queen forever and everThe master of forge and smithyForges for her the lid in colorsMixes together certain metalsSee the fire now burn in his eyesThe blacksmith of PohjolaSees the magic sampo risingYet he has not the bride of beautySee the fire now burn in his eyes(x2) From Letras Mania