Everyone who sought power was stripped of their badge
Even this song prevents me from the act
And the people all voted with the pull of their hearts
To find those devoted to the pull of their art
And with the subtle grace of falling snow
Their music covered the land
Like a covert assassin climbing the ranks
On the day he is made the king's hand
Rise up rise up waking dreamers
Creators of time
Your canvas is existence
And your colours are life
And the thrones of man grew dusty and cold
If ever a metaphor for the old World there was
In long forgotten corridors occasionally sounds a sigh
How funny to think those foolish beasts
For freedom would lay down and die
Rise up rise up waking dreamers
Creators of time
Your canvas is existence
And your colours are life
Rise up waking dreamers
Rise up waking dreamers
And the choir sang and the sails fell
In communion heaven rejoiced
To know from now our saviours are
Those with the purest voice
And the choir sang from every ledge
A melody pure and sweet
For the quiet song of falling snow
Finally fell at their feet
Rise up rise up waking dreamers
Creators of time
Your canvas is existence
And your colours are life
Rise up waking dreamers
Rise up waking dreamers