White-crested shouting millions moving on.

They have broken their camp of Calm and o'er

The world rebellion make,

With banner of cloud and mist above them drawn.

They have heard the call of infinite Death,

The ordering of his word,

"Arise, go forth and conquer where ye can;

For that is the only law ye know,

Its mandate men have heard,

Let them beware when they your path would span.

"Let them beware, for I am lord

Of all that on earth has name,

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And unto you is given most my might.

Ride on, ye have many a ship to rend,

And many a mast to maim,

And many a land to lash and soul to fright."

So on they ride, a ravaging horde,

From shore to shuddering shore,

Beyond us in the bleak star-buried dawn;

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