To this mighty beast
It will give us
For all barren souls
It will bring us peace
You will crush
And then stop
Take me deep
Where you have
World for us
"Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.
Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride."
(Book Of Job:41, King James Version)
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