Standing in the eye of the storm My eyes start to roll To the curl of your lips In the center of eclipse Glow is low and its dimming And the silence is ringing And I can almost feel your breath I can almost feel the rest Night is young and we're living

And they call me under And I'm shaking like a leaf Are you really gonna love me when I'm gone? I fear you won't I fear you don't And it echoes when I breathe Until all you see is my ghost Empty vessel, crooked teeth Wish you could see

God of the Devils, God of the Devils Sinner rider, rides in with the storm The devil rides beside him The devil is his god, God help you mourn Do you, do you hear it, do you hear the thunder Deafen every living thing about Can you, can you see it, can

Shine through me Come forth in war Come forth in peace Like a day without the dawn Like a ray void of the sun Like a storm that brings no calm I'm most complete yet so undone Bring down the sun

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow Since we've no place to go It doesn't show signs of stoppin' How I'll hate goin' out in the storm All the way home I'll be warm The fire is slowly dyin' And, my dear, we're still goodbyin' As long as you love me so

Sittin' in the sand Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, Wrote a few songs I've seen the world through a bus windshield, but nothing compares To the way that I see it, There's a blue rocking chair It sways back and forth

Release your, inhibitions, and answer to the call. Leave behind this shell of flesh and bone. In the end we will answer to the call. The sound of footsteps approaching. A storm of shadows reveal a figure forlorn. Whispering voices that slither into our

Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm 'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form And if I pass this way again, you can rest

Nobody rules these streets at night but me I am the ruler of these netherworlds On every wall and place my fearsome name is hung I am a victim of the science age A child of the storm, whoa yes I can't remember when I was your age For me, it says no more,

I'll follow you down I'll follow you down to the eye of the storm Don't worry I'll keep you warm I don't care if we fall from grace If I could find assurance To leave you behind The second one might be profound While we are passing through space I know