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