| 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 |