Lyrics:

Listen my children and you shall hearThe sound of your own stepsThe sound of your hereafterMemory awaits and turns to greet youDraping its banner across your wristsWake up armsDelicate feetFor as one to march the streetsEach alone, each part of anotherYour steps shall ringShall raise the cloudAnd they that will hear will hearWill hear voice of the oneAnd the one and the oneAs it has never been uttered beforeFor something greater yet to comeThen the hour of the prophetsAnd their great citiesFor the people of NinevahFell to their kneesHeeding the cry of JonahUnitedCovering themselves in sackcloth and ashesAnd called to their godAnd 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 anotherShall enter the dead, the living flower,Enter forms that we know not.To be felt by sea,By air,By earthAnd shall be an elemental pledge.This is our birthright.This is our charge.And we have given over to others.And they havenotdonewellAnd the forests mourn.The leaves fall.Swaddling babes watch and wonderAs the fathers of our spirit nationsDance in the street in celebrationAs the mountains turn pale fromTheir nuclear handAnd they havenotdonewellNow my children-acap