Asakiyume mita

That song, "Clamanda," those lines,

And shall the world with dread alarms
Compel you now to ground your arms

I'm hearing it as drown your arms

The scene--

Archers drown your fiery bolts
Foot soldiers, your flaming swords
Into the wide sea send them
Into the ocean plunge them
Now kneel here on the shingle
And drown your incandescent rage
In the brine of your deep grief

But I just made that up. The actual hymn is more real, more intense:

fires fill the sky from whence you came
And brimstone in a driving rain
Blows ash and dust upon your heels
As you in haste your savior steal

I tell you, shape-note hymns. There's just nothing like them.