He stands the height of building and empire, as my anchor in land abound.
Swarming clouds of steel, the rushing flutter of hunger and army, the silver sea of sand and sound.
Against dark, the hissing rot of the molding mound.
Swarming clouds of steel, the rushing flutter of hunger and army, the silver sea of sand and sound.
Against dark, the hissing rot of the molding mound.