To a strange land, land of Pohjola   I took my gift, I received it from the gods   I melted the knowledge of heaven   From the pieces of my heart I built a golden mill      I made the heavens, I delivered them   I gave the horn of plenty, released them      My king sold me to the northland queen   I forged and gave her a godlike machine   It wasn’t enough for the queen of liars   To the river of death I also was sent   I was sent      The field of death I furrowed   I turned the soil black with steaming viper blood   In a forest deep underground   I hunted a wolf and a bear from the shadow      I was offered death as prize for my great deeds   False words from the tongue of the northland queen      A heart turned unto me   She whispered the knowledge of gods   And gave the missing words of wisdom   To me, a creator of heavens      A heart turned unto me