Song | In the Hands of Storm |
Artist | Yearning |
Album | With Tragedies Adorned |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
When northern storm is rising | |
He gathers the powers might | |
Travels through the highest skies | |
Alone forevermore, but so sublime | |
Crying here to be free from mortal form, so valueless | |
Heading towards source of all | |
Alone forevermore | |
In the hands of storm he is purified, | |
Searching for the sound from the ancient lakes | |
Heavens open now, clouds are raining blood | |
This might be the one, our final doom | |
Found the source of life that is our doom | |
This is all too much, this is the doom |