Lyrics:

Listen my children and you shall hear The sound of your own steps The sound of your hereafter Memory awaits and turns to greet you Draping its banner across your wrists Wake up arms Delicate feet For as one to march the streets Each alone, each part of another Your steps shall ring Shall raise the cloud And they that will hear will hear Will hear voice of the one And the one and the one As it has never been uttered before For something greater yet to come Then the hour of the prophets And their great cities For the people of Ninevah Fell to their knees Heeding the cry of Jonah United Covering themselves in sackcloth and ashes And called to their god And all their hearts were as one heart. And all their voices were as one voice. God heard them and his mind was moved. Yet something greater will come to pass. And who will call? And what will they call? Will they call to God? The air? The fowl? It will not matter, if the call is true. They shall call and this is known. One voice and each another Shall enter the dead, the living flower, Enter forms that we know not. To be felt by sea, By air, By earth And shall be an elemental pledge. This is our birthright. This is our charge. And we have given over to others. And they have not done well And the forests mourn. The leaves fall. Swaddling babes watch and wonder As the fathers of our spirit nations Dance in the street in celebration As the mountains turn pale from Their nuclear hand And they have not done well Now my children-acap