Yearning - In The Hands Of Storm lyrics

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