Tumultuous cries within earshot , drowning the sound of battle , deafening cannon , infantry that crossed her wooden servant , rushing to the sea with great speed , soldiers lay amongst her rocks , await the call of judgement , swift to arms , advancing southward into Armageddon under command of the Archangel Michael , longing for the anodyne ! To rest beside placid water , beneath the benevolent admonition of the Almighty !