Once when we were returning from a battle
We got lost in a gloomy forest
In the middle of the woods.
We saw an old house,
With tired minds we knocked
The door very loudly.
Old woman opened the wooden door,
She asked us to come in with kind words,
From her pot arose a scent so weird,
Stunning and bitter, but very summoning.
Bring me a magic potion,
It will heal my aching wounds,
A taste so bitter that makes
My bleeding soul feel so good.
It will make us sing and dance
In our endless feast
Or it might even unleash the beast in me.
She filled out pints with that devil's beverage
And served another round with a hideous grin.
The world was spinning in a new light I saw,
Everything and everyone was singing this song.
With nature, trolls and the spirits of the forest
We are one; let our singing rise up into the stars.
The witch's magic drum was still beating hard
When a goblin brought me a new pint and together we roared.
Drink and dance!
People of the forest sing with us!
Who wants to brawl with me?
Who can shape a kantele from a pike's jaw,
Like the great one once did?
Close your eyes,
Calm your mind and drift away from the pain,
Beyond dreams,
Into the depths of the cauldron
Like a rain it falls
And mirrors nature's healing powers
Surrender this time.
And relief you shall find.
Catcher of souls,
Hunter of spirits
Grant us the final drop of the life's elixir.
I want to drown all my misery
Into the green trolls blood,
And brown swamp drink
Fight against diminishing time,
Burden of a solitary warrior's life.