Now the thunder rails in the great mainsails, and the stars desert the skies
And the rigging strains as the hands of rain reach down to wash your eyes
And your oarsmen stands with his knife in hand, and his eyes spell mutiny
Don't call my name when your ship goes down on the dark and the rolling sea WRX Info Links, Courtesy TheJ
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