Vildjharta has a song called "Eternal Golden Monk" that seems to be like the forsaken (or perhaps even Lews Therin?) toying and mocking Rand. The connection (for me at least) came at the end where it says

"I know your wounds still burn.

And I know you will leave when the winds turn.

When the winds turn, it brings dissonance into the sky.

Drift like clouds, and flow like water.

Rage like a fire to turn all things black.

Become one with the void."

Isn't it strange how what used to blow your mind no longer tingles your cranium?

And what used to keep you calm now raises your right hand to defend?

It is a strange own that composes our sonata?

Ever changing and every growing?

Like grieg and ambition began fusing the unknowing.

Don't know what this heart is doing but it's rolling snake eyes.

The beauty lives and mortal dies.

Where do I run, Aes Sedai?

My life is stranger than the Source.