I seek a haven from the storm, br A refuge that defies the thund’ring skies br And shelters me safe and warm br br I fly before a fearsome gale, br A chill wind that blows until noone knows br In what direction I sail br br I’m tossed about like a wooden chip, br My yardarms moan, my canvases groan br And I teeter on an abyss lip.... br br About me the everlasting thunder rolls, br Lightning plies the darkened skies br And the winds shriek like Hell-damned souls... br br Alas! My steering ropes break! br The wheel spins free as I plow through the sea, br Leaving a twisting, sinuous wake. br br I’m drawn into a vortex, a Stygian pit br Where neither brawn nor brain can ease my pain br And the darkness seems utterly infinite... br br The strain is hideously appalling! br My timbers crack, the sails go slack br And still I go on, forever falling.. br br I’m being torn asunder, my death is near br I meet my end without a friend, br But also without fear.