Song | Like A Northern Wind |
Artist | At the Lake |
Album | Mäyä |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
There was fear, there was fight | |
They have led you on your earth path | |
There’s no anguish, there’s no pain | |
We will lead you to your heaven | |
People cry for wealth and fame | |
People beg for love | |
Others pray for death | |
Taste of victory, taste of defeat | |
Does anybody know it like me? | |
She says “go” and closes my eyes | |
How can I turn back and go my way? | |
He can see the flood of light | |
He can leave all behind him | |
Except the heart | |
Gentle memories are passing away | |
I’ll remember your eyes I saw before the end | |
Now he’s free like a Northern wind | |
The moon holds its cold arms around him | |
See her bright eyes, gentle bow | |
Let their last spark become your ‘now’ | |
That’s not a story, that’s not a tale | |
Come with me and be born again |
There was fear, there was fight | |
They have led you on your earth path | |
There' s no anguish, there' s no pain | |
We will lead you to your heaven | |
People cry for wealth and fame | |
People beg for love | |
Others pray for death | |
Taste of victory, taste of defeat | |
Does anybody know it like me? | |
She says " go" and closes my eyes | |
How can I turn back and go my way? | |
He can see the flood of light | |
He can leave all behind him | |
Except the heart | |
Gentle memories are passing away | |
I' ll remember your eyes I saw before the end | |
Now he' s free like a Northern wind | |
The moon holds its cold arms around him | |
See her bright eyes, gentle bow | |
Let their last spark become your ' now' | |
That' s not a story, that' s not a tale | |
Come with me and be born again |
There was fear, there was fight | |
They have led you on your earth path | |
There' s no anguish, there' s no pain | |
We will lead you to your heaven | |
People cry for wealth and fame | |
People beg for love | |
Others pray for death | |
Taste of victory, taste of defeat | |
Does anybody know it like me? | |
She says " go" and closes my eyes | |
How can I turn back and go my way? | |
He can see the flood of light | |
He can leave all behind him | |
Except the heart | |
Gentle memories are passing away | |
I' ll remember your eyes I saw before the end | |
Now he' s free like a Northern wind | |
The moon holds its cold arms around him | |
See her bright eyes, gentle bow | |
Let their last spark become your ' now' | |
That' s not a story, that' s not a tale | |
Come with me and be born again |