Na More کے بول

By the ocean, by the sea stands an isle ... a rowdy on that island ... altar stone up there - Lad sits on his own : : : Knows no boredom knows no sorrow holds his eyes open from dusk into tomorrow : : : Mouth full of teeth spits out a fire burns up the armies of devilish desire : : : Keeps order and peace through all the spaces everyone knows him everybody praises