| 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 |