G#m F#
I woke from underneath the signs of a plan surreal,
G#m F#
But spoke, Lord, surely I will die with no strength or steel
G#m F# E
But by brass, I will make their towers kneel.
G#m F# E F#m
Sound the horn, and shout in song, and watch each brick obey my call,
E F# E F#
And know foundations are unmade by sound, and not by steel.
G#m F# E F#
I know men's hearts are swayed by sound in a singer's strains.
G#m F# E F#
But have I faith enough to sing a city to decay?
G#m F#
I've tried to move mountains, and they did not obey,
G#m F# E
But by brass and belief, their towers will be razed.
G#m F# E F#m
Sound the horn, and shout in song, and watch each brick obey my call,
E F# E F#
And know foundations are unmade by sound, and not by steel.
G#m F# E F#m
Sound the horn, and shout in song, and watch each brick obey my call,
E F# E F#
And know foundations are unmade by sound, these walls fall down.
