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.