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 disapear. 
I have become the pounding waves 
that tame the midnight mare.