Barren Land - Thunderstone

Walking through the barren land

Never-ending sea of sand

Million miles away from home, future unknown

Dying sun before the dawn

Its tears of hope keep falling strong

Northern star, oh so far like a beacon in the sky

The voices from the other side

Calling me for the final ride

Is this a curse from down below?

My punishment will only grow

Who decides if I live or if I fade away?

The voices from the other side

Calling me for the final ride

I have always wandered on my own

Searching in vain for some way to atone

This will be the journey of my life

I will survive, although I’m torn

I’ll carry on until I find where I belong

Morning rays cut through the dream

Welcome to reality

Another pitch black night behind, I feel alive again

The taste of blood is on my lips

The burning sun tears me to strips

I have to leave, I still believe that I’ll find my way home

The voices from the other side

Calling me for the final ride

I have always wandered on my own

Searching in vain for some way to atone

This will be the journey of my life

I will survive, although I’m torn

I’ll carry on until I find where I belong

Where I belong, where I belong

«If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire

We might be nearly free;

But now we are moved by every wind that blows

And a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us…

Thus strangely are souls constructed,

And by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin…

I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel…»

I have always wandered on my own

Searching in vain for some way to atone

This will be the journey of my life

I will survive, although I’m torn

I’ll carry on until I find where I belong

On my own

Searching in vain for some way to atone

This will be the journey of my life

I will survive, although I’m torn

I’ll carry on until I find where I belong

Where I belong, where I belong