I who have forged the heavens 

I also have my king 

To northland I was sent 

  

I was cast to distant Pohjola 

Enforced by my king's spells 

His orders undenied 



From the small crumbs of earth 

From a fleece of summer ewe 

From a memory of a single seed 

From the flair of a swan's feather 

I let the milk come seeping from the heaven 

Heaven of my heart 





There my skills were known to them all 

They all knew my name 

All knew of my might 

And I forged a godly device 

A machine divine 

The gates of plenty opened by me

From the small crumbs of earth 

From a fleece of summer ewe 

From a memory of a single seed 

From the flair of a swan's feather 

I let the milk come seeping from the heaven 

Heaven of my heart 





From the small crumbs of earth 

From a fleece of summer ewe 

From a memory of a single seed 

From the flair of a swan's feather 

I let the milk come seeping from the heaven 

Heaven of my heart 

From the flair of a swan's feather 

I let the milk come seeping from the heaven  

Heaven of my heart