Erämaan Viimeinen

Actually it's not Anett singing this song...it's Johanna Salomaa "Jonsu" from Indica...although I don't really like her voice I like the lyrics very much... Don't have any idea what it can be about...I'm little sleepy right now...XD

is the same song as the instrumental "Last of the Wilds" from Dark Passion Play

is the same song as the instrumental "Last of the Wilds" from Dark Passion Play

Here are partial Lyric translations from a Finnish friend, didn't translate the whole thing, hopefully soon.

Wilderness sleeps, and now, in my thoughts i´m travelling on Over forests, sleeping water Mooness lights up the night sky Paints a view of northern shade

Is this dream, or death where i can go back to, where embers are giving up under snow When i step to the world, time of the wilds

First snow came twice Painted the painting of my soul

Here's a translation I got from a finnish forum:

"Probably filled with mistakes, difficult to translate something that has old-finnish, but here goes for nothing:

The last of the wilds

Sleeps wilderness, and now, in my thoughts I wend over the forests, silent water Moon lightens the night sky paints a scenery, northern umbrage

Is this dream, or death where I may return to where embers give up beneath the snow when I step into the world, time of the wilds

First snow snowed twice Painted a picture of my soul

This wild beauty and infinite loneliness of my childhoods forests, skies The nostalgia echoes through this journey When morning comes, it tells its tale Wild is the beauty and infinite my loneliness Into its spirit yearns Grave of my cradle, place of my grave Last of the wilds is

Where did the others go Witches of the swamps, (neidontorni, a monument in russia? didn't find a good translation for that) And the trees shivering in the shadows I planted lily-of-the-valley into the crust-of-snow And when silence descended, I trusted in future

First snow snowed twice Painted a picture of my soul

This wild beauty and infinite loneliness of my childhoods forests, skies The nostalgia echoes through this journey When morning comes, it tells its tale Wild is the beauty and infinite my loneliness Into its spirit yearns Grave of my cradle, place of my grave Last of the wilds is

I must admit, though i cannot read Finnish, I really really enjoy Anette's voice in this recording. One of her best displays thus far I think, along with Escapist and a few various others.

makes sense in hindsight, stupid me. =s