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the rising waves



where, now all, do we take our fight?

on whom do we declare our war?

'gainst God's designs are we to smite —

the rising waves upon each shore


the winds, our foe, on this we swore,

and cursed the clouds hanging white,

where, now all, do we take our fight?

on whom do we declare our war?


worlds awaken to their plight,

pressing forward, a thunderous roar,

the mountains stir, blocking light,

screaming gusts where ravens soar,

where, now all, do we take our fight?

on whom do we declare our war?


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