Hail To this mighty beast It will give us Hope For all barren souls It will bring us peace You will crush The others And then stop The chaos And destroy Your own Creator! Take me deep Down under Where you have Created World for us For all Oh glory! 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.
lettest, beholdeth, thou, canst, flake