I [G#m]woke from underneath the [F#]signs of a plan surreal, But s[G#m]poke, Lord, surely I will die w[F#]ith no strength or steel [G#m]But by brass, I will m[F#]ake their t[E]owers kneel. [G#m]Sound the horn, and [F#]shout in song, and w[E]atch each brick obey my[F#m] call, And [E]know foundations [F#]are unmade by sou[E]nd, [F#] and not by...