The Old Man And The Sea Lyrics - Anekdoten

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