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The storm has raged here for hours, the water's plunging in on me |
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The remains of my creation is swallowed slowly down by the troubled sea into unconsecrated ground gone eternally, gone eternally |
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Feeder of my visions, carrier of my soul |
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The last hope for the dreamers, now crashing to the shore, pinioned and torn |
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In presumption and with my foolish pride |
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I challenged the storm, |
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I challenged the storm |
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I'm the sole survivor, the only one left alive |
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Now my limbs seem to fail me and time has blurred my mind |
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I'm doomed to this fate |
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The deal has already been signed and the hour's getting late |
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The hour's getting late, much too late |