Ilmarinen, Ancient Blacksmith
How to Forge the Sampo
East-wind rushing, West-wind roaring,
South-wind crying, North-wind howling,
Blow one day and then a second,
Blow the third from morn till even,
When the fire leaps through the windows,
Through the door the sparks fly upward,
Clouds of smoke arise to heaven;
With the clouds the black smoke mingles,
As the storm-winds ply the bellows.
— RUNE X, ILMARINEN FORGES THE SAMPO, The Kalevala