On silver hoofs through stormy brine
I ride the midnight mare.
Through bloodstained tears I hear the child
from deep within me call.
I'm falling backward into dreams.
Is this where I belong ?
Reality and myth colide,
how long can I hold on.
Time and tide are merging fast.
The swirling mists are beckoning.
The veil is thin,
I take my chance
and thunder headlong in.
My destiny and I collide,
I sink beneath the surf.
In everlasting, endless night, the shadows
I have become the pounding waves
that tame the midnight mare.