Feast of the North Farm - Nihilistinen Barbaarisuus

Feast of the North Farm Lyrics

Shall we now begin the singing?
Sing the songs of old tradition?
Singers can but sing their wisdom
And the cuckoo call the spring-time
And the goddess of the heavens
Only dyes the earth in beauty
So the goddess of weaving
Can but weave from dawn till twilight
Ever sing the youth of Lapland
In their straw-shoes full of gladness
When the coarse-meat of the roebuck
Or the blue-moose has been eaten
Who shall first be sung and lauded?
Shall it be the bride or bridegroom?
Let us praise the bridegroom's father
Let the hero-host be chanted

Him whose home is in the forest
Him who built upon the mountains
Him who brought the trunks of lindens
With their tops and slender branches
Now I praise the genial hostess
Who prepares the toothsome dinner
Fills with plenty all her tables
Bakes the honeyed loaves of barley
Kneads the dough, with
Magic fingers, arms of beauty
Brews the beer, from
Hops and barley, wheat-malt honey
Neither did, she
Let the barley sprout too freely
Lest the beer, should
Taste too bitter in the brewing
Now the bridegroom has been lauded
I will praise the young bride's playmate
Day-companion in her childhood
In the maiden's magic mansion
Like the hoar-frost of the morning
Like the welcome dawn of spring-time
Like the rising of the daylight
Dressed in white are all the maidens
For the friends that were invited
For the guests in joy assembled
All the friends have now been lauded
Each has gained his mead of honor