Kullerwoinen, in his purple-colored stockings now prepares himself for battle; he grinds a long time his broadsword, and sharpens his trusty weapon...these the words of Kullerwoinen:
"I shall not journey through the marshes, shall not sink upon the heather, on the home-land of the raven, where the eagles scream at day-break; when I yield my life for ever, bravely will I fall in battle, and fall upon the field of glory. It is beautiful to die in armor, mid the clang and clash of armies—beautiful the strife for conquest! Thus Kullervo soon will hasten to the Kingdom of Tuoni; to realm of the departed, undeformed by wasting sickness."