Shall I not give thee, For it is my duty to be
Shall I not enslave thee, For it is my superiority
Shall I not front ye vindictive thirst, For thou cupidity art at guilt
Shall I not power above thee all, For I art ye crown
Shall ye over me, For thou art my knight
Shall ye slay thy beast, For thy beast is thy fright
Shall ye flood thy stealth, For thy stealth shall be hid
Shall ye stood high, For the nation shall catch thy sound
Shall all be fright, For end is near to be
Shall all hath faith, For faith is like hope
Shall all sleep be low, For this is silence the dread
Shall all face thy world, For thy world is at fore