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