AWAKEN

When all that is new becomes old and all that is old becomes
memory and when all that is memory becomes dust in the wind
when the beginning becomes the end and the end is naught but
a faint memory to those few that were there then we will return to what we were the shackles of tradition will be caste off
and we will cry no MORE AND THE BELL OF FREEDOM
WILL SOUND AND CRY RENT FROM ALL PURE HEARTS WILL SOUND
WE ARE FREE WE WILL FIGHT AND WE WILL WIN FREEDOM FOR
ALL THAT HEAR ARE CALL TO ARMS
SO RISE WITH US AND CRY WITH ALL YOUR SOUL AND HEART AND LET THE UNIVERSE KNOW THE SLEEPERS HAVE
AWOKEN