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So the light changes to the front

It vanishes in the foam by the turning of one wind

A whisper rings through the cold night

Then all once more is still

Upon the barren fell-top

Hiisi's maidens are laughing

Singing with their hair flying in a whistling gale

From every side, every clearing, every mountain gorge

Clearing, twisting, burning, looking up for terror

Maidens twine in their hair, looking up for terror

The man who has done no murder

Rutja's revenge is coming

Down from the barren-fell top

It comes on like a blizzard

Whistling like a gale

Embracing, kissing, sucking the warm life

Take me to be Hiisi's own wife, bury me under the snow

A wolf howls, the rapids foam, in the morning the sun's glare