Liekkiön isku [English translation]

The field burned

The blaze consumed the corn spikes

The fire spirit grabbed

The flare raped the rye stalks

There was a horrific crop failure

A terrible misfortune

A crushing loss

A useless harvest, depressing

It is the strike of the flame-spirit

The black revenge of the smithy-spirit!

It is the strike of the flame-spirit

Memory of the evil one!

It is the strike of the flame-spirit

The black revenge of the smithy-spirit!

It is the strike of the flame-spirit

Memory of the evil one!

I bake my bread from pine bark1.

I tear nutrition from the wood

I suffer from hunger

Waiting for a new sowing

There was a horrific crop failure

A terrible misfortune

A crushing loss

A useless harvest, depressing

It is the strike of the flame-spirit

The black revenge of the smithy-spirit!

It is the strike of the flame-spirit

Memory of the evil one!

It is the strike of the flame-spirit

The black revenge of the smithy-spirit!

It is the strike of the flame-spirit

Memory of the evil one!

If only the flame wouldn't strike

The bleak smithy-spirit wouldn't strike!

If only the flame wouldn't strike

The evil-one remember!

If only the flame wouldn't strike

The bleak smithy-spirit wouldn't strike!

If only the flame wouldn't strike

The evil-one remember!

1. In the old days Finns would mix pine bark into flour during famines.