Pablo Dylan Eye Of The Storm
[Verse 1]
In the dawn of day I see the cracks
From her mighty lakes as daylight breaks
As all that is now begins to pass with the wind
The wisdom in her beauty fades away
In the land of no kings, a tyrant sings
Mud from a gust of the autumn spring
Tide is cast among many things
Upon the eyes of the dying king
In an ancient mystic nation that is torn
Riding through the eye of the storm
[Verse 2]
I toss and turn a-through my sleep
Memories of the moments that are gone
I wonder round a sacred arch
This featureless and barren marsh
Is not the place I called my home
The armies march on the morrow's eve
Across the river and to the trees
Unholy men commit wholesome deeds
In the solemn seas you can hear the pleas
Of an ancient mystic nation that is torn
Riding through the eye of the storm
[Verse 3]
Caesar takes the stage as a raven
Gathers all his papers and he starts
With a stone curtain of dazzling rhymes
Lonely worded lullabies
He captures the sentiment of a million hearts
As we travel down a trotted path
Echoes of an evil laugh
Aim is set, the tide is cast
A house divided just cannot last
In an ancient mystique nation that is torn
Riding through the eye of the storm
