Humility, That Low, Sweet Root, From Which

Soul Is To Be Found In The Vicinity Of Taboo.

Come O'er The Sea, Maiden With Me, Mine Through The Sunshine, Storms And Snows; Seasons May Roll, But The True Soul Burns The Same, Where'er It Goes.

It Is Only Through Mystery And Madness That The Soul Is Revealed.

Bastard Freedom Waves Her Fustian Flag In Mockery Over Slaves.

Like Ships That Have Gone Down At Sea, When Heaven Was All Tranquillity.