Could my ruin have come, My day of trouble have arrived, In these tuonele cabins These of the dead land? [Kalevala]
Far the dark stream pagan souls will Roam those cold lands wild and free. Wait for the sign; a blood red sky. Then beyond the dark we will ride.
The path of mortals, So narrow and brutal. Only bravest of them all Will find true valours
Decaying souls of Who trust in false omens, Will drown in the With their untrue beliefs.
He's been drifting For so long, Searching for the land. Where heroes roam.
In the horizon, The last ray light, A breeze from the other side, Before he dies.
Dividing walls stone, Eternal heathen Throne, Beneath the cold starlight. Revealed for the purest sight.
Through constant affliction Towards alleviations, When a star is near. Carry on, you're almost here
Far beyond the dark stream we'll meet again. Across the wilderness and we will be home. Gather your strength, don't be afraid. Far beyond the dark we'll meet again.
The longest journey of them all, Has to be all alone A flame in the skyline reaching the stars Guiding the seeker through the night!