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