Dismal

Joukahainen, he is great —
Greater than his stony relic
The vast barrow of Hot Steams
His tremendous sauna stove
Joukahainen, he is gloomier —
Gloomier than the dark forest
The forest with a dark emotion
Behind it is the stove
Sneak through the gloomy forest
Look at the giant, make offerings
Carry dark soil on your heels
Always carry it all the way home
In the dark soil and in the ground
In the holes of rocks and in swamps
The gloomy creator will appear —
Joukahainen from the dark side
A whisper reached my ear and the
Shadows returned upon my head —
The dark, dismal and silent god
The sounds of the forest shatter
The Giant’s kettle, the barrow —
Those dark omens are now bygones
The land is the creator’s might
The might belongs to Joukahainen