| HIGHLANDER: | |
| What heathen place is this that I've arrived in? | |
| Is now the time I pay for all my sins? | |
| I can't believe that this is God's creation | |
| This realm was fashioned by the De'il's own hand | |
| NATIVE AMERICAN GIRL: | |
| No, it has been foretold in our legends of old | |
| Wake the spirit within, let the journey begin! | |
| HIGHLANDER: | |
| This quest you speak of, is for redemption | |
| How can we travel when our souls are lost? | |
| You think we find ourselves at gates of new salvation | |
| When I can only sense the end is here! | |
| NATIVE AMERICAN GIRL: | |
| No, it has been foretold in our legends of old | |
| Wake the spirit within, let the journey begin! | |
| KNIGHT: | |
| We're at the gates of Avalon! | |
| The island of spirits | |
| We're at the gates of Avalon! | |
| In search of the grail! | |
| ROMAN WARRIOR: | |
| There's no way out, slaves for eternity! | |
| Down in the underworld, the jaws of Orcus | |
| I call on Jupiter, ruler of the gods | |
| Show us the way, from damnation to salvation! | |
| EGYPTIAN WOMAN: | |
| The fields of Yaaru lie waiting for us all! | |
| Rejoice! The judges have ruled! | |
| We have been chosen to enter the great hall | |
| Of Isis and Osiris! | |
| ROMAN WARRIOR: | |
| No, you're wrong! We're trapped here in darkness | |
| Among departed souls, and mislaid spirits | |
| I call on Mars, the ancient god of war | |
| Grant me the power, to free me from this evil! | |
| EGYPTIAN WOMAN: | |
| The fields of Yaaru lie waiting for us all! | |
| Rejoice! | |
| We have been chosen to enter the great hall | |
| Of Isis and Osirii-his! | |
| Hooo-hooo! Hooo-hooo! Hooo-hooo! Hooooo... | |
| HIGHLANDER: | |
| Can you see the stars? Can you recognize the constellations? | |
| If I could only see the hills that we're supposed to climb... | |
| Even the sunlight - doesn't warm, doesn't warm... | |
| How are we gonna find our way? | |
| If we can't recognize the stars, and we can't recognize the constellations... | |
| Where do we go? | |
| EGYPTIAN WOMAN: | |
| Hooo-hooo! Hooo-hooo! Hooo-hooo! Hooooo... | |
| HIGHLANDER: | |
| The quest you speak of - it isn't bound for glory. | |
| No grail exists within this heathen land. | |
| You think we find ourselves at gates of new salvation | |
| When I can only sense - the end is near... |