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I woke from underneath the signs of a plan surreal,

But spoke, Lord, surely I will die with no strength or steel

But by brass, I will make their towers kneel.

Sound the horn, and shout in song, and watch each brick obey my call,

And know foundations are unmade by sound, and not by steel.

I know men's hearts are swayed by sound in a singer's strains.

But have I faith enough to sing a city to decay?

I've tried to move mountains, and they did not obey,

But by brass and belief, their towers will be razed.

Sound the horn, and shout in song, and watch each brick obey my call,

And know foundations are unmade by sound, and not by steel.

Sound the horn, and shout in song, and watch each brick obey my call,

And know foundations are unmade by sound, these walls fall down.