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