Eye Of The Cyclone (Esqarial)

Rain, in rain I feel like I'm purified with hatred Subconscious fears, obsessions Lay you ear to the ground to hear the weakened pulse Chasing with the wind you'll never know which prophet's false This is the calm before the storm Pray for the one drop on the dried out soil In rain I feel like I'm purified with hatred Subconscious fears, obsessions The sea of my dreams has run dry Once filled should never be touched by the time By absorbing every movement I create the image of a perfect world Sky is the limit Finally you can unfold your wings Chorus: Rain, in rain I feel like I'm purified with hatred Subconscious fears, obsessions Eye