Far above the timberline

In the barren polar night

Burns the holy beaivi sign

With a sympathetic light

Seven furies trumpeting

Sami francy conjuring

Sulphur fuming summoning

Salve! Salve!

Emerging from the woods below

Where death and threats are rife

A silhouette against the snow

With antlers, wings and knife

A bright reflection in the ice:

Her wreath of the altar log

Whispering demagogue

Salve! Salve, Regina!

Ad te clammaus, ad te suspiramus

Gementes et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle

Entrance to the vaults of Hades

Enchanting, secret, villainous

Essence of the wilderness

Salve, Wiru-Akka!

Above the ground it will unfold

And shine upon our tears

Spewing forth a ray of gold

Out of immortal spheres