Vorschaubild

„Could my ruin have come,
my day of trouble have arrived
in these Tuonela cabins
these abodes of the dead land?“ – Kalevala

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

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

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