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