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