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AMBERGRIS 
 
 
 
 
FROM THE FATAL FORCE 
 
Chorus 
 
In the ways of the North and the South 
Whence the dark and the dayspring are drawn, 
We pass with the song of the mouth 
Of the notable Lord of the Dawn. 
Unto Ra, the desire of the East, let the clamour of 
singing proclaim 
The fire of his name ! 
 
In the ways of the East and the West 
Whence the night and the day are discrowned, 
We pass with the beat of his breast, 
And the breath of his crying is bound. 
Unto Toum, the low Lord of the West, let the noise 
of our chant be the breath 
Proclaiming him Death ! 
 
In the ways of the depth and the height, 
Where the multitude stars are at ease, 
There is music and terrible light, 
And the violent song of the seas. 
Unto Mou, the most powerful Lord of the South, let 
our worship declare 
Him Lord of the Air ! 
 
In the mutable fields that are sown 
Of a seed that is whiter than noon 
Whose harvest is beaten and blown 
By the magical rays of the moon, 
In the caverns and wharves of the wind, in the 
desolate seas of the air, 
Revolveth our prayer !