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Ocean - The City In The Sea lyrics
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
 In a strange city lying alone
 Lo! a strange town, lying alone
 Death has reared himself a throne
 Far down in the west
 Where the good, bad, worst, and the best have gone to their eternal rest
 There, shrines and towers:
 Death has reared himself a throne
 Time-eaten towers that tremble not
 Resemble nothing, nothing that is ours
 Down, down in that town, shall settle hence:
 Hell rising from it's throne, no earthly moans, 
 Shall do it reverence.
 No rays from heaven coming down
 On the long night-time of that town
 But light from out the lurid sea
 Streams up the turrets silently
 Gleams up the pinnacles far and free
 Up domes up spires up kingly halls 
 Up fanes up Babylon-like walls 
 No swellings tell that winds may be
 Upon some far-off happy seas
 No heavings hint that winds may be
 On seas less hideously serene.
 But lo, a stir is in the air! 
 The wave there is a movement there! 
 As if the towers had thrust aside, 
 In slightly sinking, the dull tide, 
 Acquiescently beneath the sky
 The melancholy waters lie
 The waves now have a redder glow
 The hours are breathing faint and lowOcean - The City In The Sea - http://motolyrics.com/ocean/the-city-in-the-sea-lyrics.html
 And when, amid no earthly moans
 Down, down in that town, shall settle hence, 
 Hell, rising from a thousand thrones.
 Shall do it reverence.
 Down, down in that town shall settle hence, 
 Hell, rising from it's throne, no earthly moans, 
 Shall do it reverence.
 There are open fanes and gaping graves
 Yawn level with the luminous waves
 But not the riches there that lie
 In each idol's diamond eye
 Not the gaily-jewelled dead
 Tempt the waters from their bed
 So blend the turrets, shadows there
 That all seem pendulous in air
 While from a tower in the town
 Death looks down
 But lo, a stir is in the air! 
 The waves have now a redder glow
 The hours are breathing faint and low
 And when amid no earthly moans, 
 Down, down in that town, shall settle hence:
 Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, 
 Shall do it reverence.
 Far down within the dim west
 Where the good and the bad and
 The worst and the best
 Have gone to their eternal rest.
 Waves have now
 A red glow
 Hours breathe low
 No men moan








