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    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 its 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 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.
    Down, down in that town shall settle hence,
    Hell, rising from its 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

    [lyrics were adapted from the poem 'The City In the Sea' by Edgar Allen Poe]

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