Lyrics:

From Metropolis to Necropolis
By the storm of Pandemonium
In the light of the darkest season
In long for a glimpse of reason

Déjà vu of loss, visions of hate
Abstract damage, its all too late
Surreal images, before my eyes
Parabola curve, in deaths size

I, Ive seen the eye of the storm
The head of the worm, pressure increasing
Might, mights in the eye of the storm
In a fearsome form through life its piercing

Raping and killing the life that were leading
But Im not too sorry it came to this
Demons and angels all dressed in storm clothes
Im not too sorry it came to this

Its the eye of the storm

The blurry picture
Im dead and dying
Where is the line?
The earth is crying

Love, hate, life, death,
Who draws the line?
Dream, real, feel, think,
Turn blood into wine

The eye of the storm
Time is running
Out of my mind
And into nothing

In the eye of God
I see it now,
The eye of it all,
I am, I am

Eye of the storm!