The Old Man And The Sea

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