At The Huts Of The Underworld - 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

And the music is more cheerful in here

Than somewhere in the land of the dead

At the huts of the Underworld.»

Long he watched for Väinämöinen

Peering, peeping at the lodges

Sometimes listening in the alleys

Sometimes watching in the meadow

Spanned in haste his might crossbow

And he aimed his splendid weapon

At the head of Väinämöinen

Thus to kill Suvantolainen

And then the old Väinämöinen

Fell head over heels in water

Off the back of his blue moose