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When the senses are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
Who will bow?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Throne of Asha, when the frowns of her countenance
Drive the nations together, who will bow?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
Who will bow to me?