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"Could my ruin have come, |
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my day of trouble have arrived |
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in these Tuonela cabins |
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these abodes of the dead land?" - Kalevala |
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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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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 |
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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 |