The Longest Journey (Heathen Throne Part II)

Could my ruin have come,

My day of trouble have arrived,

In these tuonele cabins

These abodes of the dead land?


Far beyond 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 stream we will ride.

The path of mortals,

So narrow and brutal.

Only bravest of them all

Will find true valours

Decaying souls of men,

Who trust in false omens,

Will drown in the stream

With their untrue beliefs.

He's been drifting

For so long,

Searching for the land.

Where heroes roam.

In the horizon,

The last ray of light,

A breeze from the other side,

Before he dies.

Dividing walls of stone,

Eternal heathen Throne,

Beneath the cold starlight.

Revealed for the purest sight.

Through constant affliction

Towards alleviations,

When a searing 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 stream, we'll meet again.

The longest journey of them all,

Has to be made all alone

A flame in the skyline reaching the stars

Guiding the seeker through the night!

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