Korvesta liha [English translation]

For a thousand times early in the morning

Going to hunt when it's freezing out

Led by the white-horn

Wrapped into a fur coat

By a secret large stone

Hunting luck has been begged for

Blood hairs sacrificed

Skull bones dug out

The hunted male moose grunts

For the last time opens its senses

To feel the burn of death

The grim fate of hunt

(Not sure about this one line. See my comment below.)

Into the woods, close to the spruces

The gaze of an animal about to be slaughtered as his eyes

Mind as the killer of a man

From there, under the wings of a willow grouse

Away from the flame of the fire

Even the greatest lord is but a humble servant

Wooden jacket (coffin) soon black dust of the ground

Chime the jewelry and flash the coins,

What would you even buy in the embrace of the ground?

By yourself are you to kill the meat from the woods

And everyone has to lick their own wounds

The forest doesn't need a hunter

like the hunter his forest

Ukko (god of thunder) won't beat during frost

The lands won't rumble when the moon is up.

By a secret large stone

Hunting luck has been begged for

Blood hairs sacrificed

Skull bones dug out