In the stoves, a gas stove,
Joukahainen's löly stove.
A stony memory is big,
Joukahainen is bigger.
A dark feeling near the forest,
a stove behind the feelings.
br/>Dark forest, the land is dark,
darker is Joukahainen.
Through the dark forest creep,
look big, give the sacrifice.
Dark always carry the mulch in the bucket
up to the basket.
In the dark soil, in the earth,
in the hollows of the rock, in the swamps,
that sloppy creator appears,
Joukahainen of the dark side.
A whisper was ringing in my ear,
the shadows above my head burned.
Dark, silent god,
the sounds of the forest are broken.
Hiidenkirnu, hiidenkuas,
dark signs of the past,
the earth is the power of the original creator,
the power of the great Joukahaisen.

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