Hail brother. The distant thunder. Is nothing but hearts. Beating as one. Dance of a million. On God's pavilion. Come come. Beat on your drum. Awake people arise. Awake upright come. Fortune is falling like. Tears from the skies. Open your eyes. Hail sister. Come on over. To shape reshape. Things to come. Bow your head. Raise your lantern. Come come. Beat on your drum. Awake people arise. Awake upright come. Fortune is falling like. Tears from the skies. Open your eyes. United action is what we need. Time to say that everything is going to be. Wasted icons wasted lives. Like war obsolete. Awake people arise. Awake upright come. Fortune is falling like. Tears from the skies. Open your eyes. These are the times. The times of our own. These are the shapes. The world we formed. Swift is the arrow. Dark is the thorn. The slate is clean. The future awaits. Awake