Apotheosis
Austin Wintory Lyrics


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Akeldama I fall fast like nightingales in winter's cold sharp grasp …
Bornholm Apotheosis Bright shining Heavens! Almighty Hell! Open my e…
Cathubodua Join a new path Find improved ways To enlighten Blackened da…
Deformatory Weaving through the putrid piles of flesh And feeding off th…
Griffon When the great Roman emperors died, they could achieve what…
Hour of Penance Ratio noster qui es in mentes Sanctificetur nomen tuum; Ad…
Kai Straw If I become someone else after this trust me it wasn't…
Karlla Naynna Eu por você, você por mim e DEUS por nós E…
Last Chance To Reason This digital life Reformat, reprogram, rebirth We will …
Lorna Shore Set me free, is this the place of my undoing? Show…
Mozart Season To say that we have gotten ahead of ourselves, Is a…
Relativity(Action Adventure Orchestra & Choir) Now when the Centurion and those with him, who were…
Silent Stream of Godless Elegy (He must come to stone sky) Blind, I don't want to…
siniZter I been watchin' through the grass see the snakes But he…
thquib Running, jumping, blinking, stalling Barely just ahead, you&…


We have lyrics for these tracks by Austin Wintory:


No Tree Grows to the Sky Áfram, Afram, Afram, undir hrímsól! Afram. Til himna teygja …
Only the Sun Has Stopped Sólin Sólin ein hefur numið staðar. Vocals by Johann Sigurd…
Onward Áfram Veginn sem sólin eilífa lýsir Og aðeins hinir hugdjörf…



We Are All Guests Upon the Land Öll erum við gestir hér á grund. Aldrei að gista á…


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@DeMerdeEncule

@Ilhan Randy Art, just like beauty, is very subjective.

Sometimes, art is meant to talk about complicated stuff, new (or old) ideas explored from someone else's point of view.
Sometimes, art is meant to be history, and a way to remember.
Sometimes, art is meant to show our devotion to a cause, and to celebrate that cause.
And sometimes, it's only meant to be beautiful.

People consider this art, because, to them, it's just that beautiful. The music is independently beautiful. The visuals, too. And the use of interactivity in Journey is something very special. All of it combined in a single experience might be enough to consider it art.

There's no explaining why people consider something beautiful : it CAN NOT be explained, by definition.



@dudeman1983

A short story.

I wasn't sure who I was, or where I had come from, but I knew the Mountain, and that was my goal.

My story began as every story does; at the beginning, taking baby steps to my goal. I didn't dare venture far but, frankly, I didn't need to. At that time, the path was well laid out for me.

The first time I met The Ancient, I learned what I suspected; that the Mountain was the goal of this, my Journey.

My scarf short for now, wafted gently against my back. The Fallen Bridge stood ahead, and beyond, the Mountain loomed.
Here, I think, I began to grow up. My path lay obvious in front of me, my goal beyond.
And yet, despite this, I could explore.
Scattered about the ravine, crossed by many bridges, were fragments of fallen Guardians. Old, dying Cloth fluttered from it in the gentle wind. The smaller ones, the Fish, waited inside, and helped me along when freed. They completed the bridge for me, aided me on my Journey.

But then came the Desert.
It was a time of joy and fun.
It was a time of fear and aprehension.
What came next? Over the next dune? In the next ruin? What do I do know?
The Mountain was always there, always the goal. I would skip happily with the Cloth I came across, as Dolphins now, but also the small Fish. My Scarf grew longer, and now fluttered a distance behind me. Sometimes I found my self joyful and playful. Other times, I was terrified and small. Ocasionally, I questioned the Ancestor, even the Mountain.

I met someone in the Desert. Who it was I cannot say, but they stayed with me until the end. Until the Mountain.
Finally, across many miles of the Desert, we found the Sandstorm, a foundry for Guardians. The Ancestor met with both of us, and told more of the story of what came before.

The City lay immensely before me. This was the highlight of the Journey, the staging ground for beyond. Here the Dolphins and Fish dipped playfully into the sand. Journeying. Just as we were.
To the Mountain.
To the End.
Me and my companion had become good friends now, and we dared not stray too far from the other. Or Scarfs, longer now, flapped behind us in the rushing wind. This was the golden time of the Journey. The time when nothing was wrong, and we had everything we needed. Our path was clear. We knew what to do.

And then that ended, and all was unknown.
The Ancestor spoke more of the story, of the peace.
And of the War.

The Catacombs were always dark, and little light shone through. We found havens, and Cloth that hid. It hid from us.

It hid from Others.
Beyond was the Staging Grounds of the Guardians. They loomed, gathering dust and sand.

But not all.of them were dead.

These times were times of fear, of not knowing what would happen. The Journey might have failed, for we would be trapped.
But there was still hope.

The Temple saved us from the monsters behind. The Temple harbored our light, and protected it. We were safe there, with its aid.

The Temple filled, first with the Light, then with the Cloth. Fish, Dolphins, Jellyfish, a Whale, all there, safe in the Temple. Finally, we reached the top.

We learned that the future was already history.
And that our Journey wasn't done.

Great hardship was felt on the Mountain. The wind whipped, tearing our cloth, and the cold sapped our light. Many times, we had to huddle together to survive. Graves littered the slopes.
Many other creatures were there. On the way to end their Journey.
Too many never made it.

The Mountains cold was unrelenting, and many froze in the ascent.

Still others were cast down.
Guardians patrolled the slopes, tearing apart those they found.

The climb was hard. Many times, we were frozen, attacked, and had to hide in holes, or were simply blown away.
But the Summit, oh, the Summit, the Journeys End, was to important.

The storm blew everything away; Guardians, the Cloths. Only we were left going.
We kept going
And we kept going
And we kept going
Until we weren't.

We fell into the snow. We were frozen through. We could barely move. We expected to die.

The Ancestors stood about us, watching us. They lent us what light they had.

And we flew.
Past the storms, past the cold, past the machines that sought to consume us.
We flew for the Summit.

And then we were there.

What a glorious place it was! Shining with warmth and light, overflowing with energy and life. We continued up.
And we were there.
We were at the he Mountains peak.
We did not stop.
Our destination is beyond
Was beyond.
Is here.
We were here, at the End.
And then we weren't anywhere.


Rushing, rushing, rushing. Great wind all about.
The Mountain behind, behind, behind. Going away.
The Journey in reverse. Down the Mountain, the Temple, the City, the Desert, the Bridge. The sand littered with graves. Mine wasn't there. Mine was on the Mountain.
From the End to the Beginning. The reverse of all stories. Yours, mine, the worlds. Beginning to End, and back again.
Almost there, almost. No memory, only purpose, only will.

The Journey lay ahead.



I wasn't sure who I was, or where I had come from, but I knew the Mountain, and that was my goal.



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@CommentMonster813

When I was a little red cloak, I met a stranger garbed in white. He showed me everything: the hidden places of all the glowing symbols, the most breathtaking views, how to ride the cloth fish ... and he was sooo positive the whole time. Every time I got a new glowing symbol he'd chime and run in circles around me like no one in the world could possibly be any prouder. And when we came to Apotheosis, spinning in flight around each other, finally reaching the top ... he drew a heart for me in the snow. And I chimed so excitedly, retraced his heart, ran around him as he chimed back and spun around me. Like I wanted to cry, he was the best stranger I've ever met ... I didn't want to walk through the light because I knew that would be the last time I saw the stranger. I swear, this game can end wars if it tried. I miss my companion, I don't remember his username exactly, it must've been something like M3TAL_HEAD, haha :) So wherever you are buddy, you're the best, luv ya.

@STEELZ2000

Best love story this year, every year.

@versacedreams1614

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@Triple_Colors

that was beautiful... ;^;

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Twilight ain't got shit on this comment :p

@dxnny162

i just cried so hard right now

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@awintory

My friend you have no idea how these words touched me. People have been consistently writing some moving words for the past year of JOURNEY's release and it never ceases to leave me speechless. You have deeply affected me today. I must say I don't think I can lay claim to your experience. At best, I created a doorway, but ultimately you walked through it. You felt what you did because it was already inside, lying dormant. I am honored to have helped in some way, but you did it all yourself.

@leosouza1508

Thank you for creating this soundtrack, it makes my imagination fly far away, it really touches my soul, i cry everytime :)

@endlessequinox4070

I did felt something that transcended through me. I can’t explain it properly but your music helped me reach something great.

@bred2024

Thank you

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