| 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 |