At The Huts Of The Underworld by Korpiklaani
Joukahainen, a youthful son,
Laplander, a slender fellow
bore a grudge within his heart,
bitter envy in his bosom.
Thus he worked a fiery crossbow,
so he shaped a noble bow
and he formed the bow of iron,
overlaid the back with copper.
Then the points were to be sharpened.
So the arrows then were ready
and his bow was fit for bending.
"Now, should you bring 'bout Väinämöinen's death
and by your arrow let him die,
joy will then fade away from Earth.
Songs cannot then be heard again.
Elation is way better on Eary
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