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 sk**s 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