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By the ocean, by the sea

Stands an isle … a rowdy

On that island … altar stone

Up there — Lad sits on his own

Knows no boredom

Knows no sorrow

Holds his eyes open

From dusk into tomorrow

Mouth full of teeth

Spits out a fire

Burns up the armies

Of devilish desire

Keeps order and peace

Through all the spaces

Everyone knows him

Everybody praises