not tomorrow came
that his eye seize all
that his iron freeze our soul
that his sashes cling our waste
that his levy tax the yawl
that his barrel bruise the mast
that his slashes bat the pall
that his eye seize all
that his iron freeze our soul
that his sashes cling our waste
that his levy tax the yawl
that his barrel bruise the mast
that his slashes bat the pall