If that mysterious man of old awoke
What tales would he tell?
If that mysterious man of old awoke
What praise would he sell?

Awaken from your rest!
You great one who grasped the sacred grail
Awaken from your rest!
Pioneer who paved this rugged trail

By your hands our pyramids were built
With your blood you rinsed away this guilt
Mummified by history—a sacrifice without resistance
Entombed in our past—yet your footsteps stretch into the distance.

Perhaps you never quite slept
After all
You had a dream—equality—we strive to live in it
Perhaps you never quite slept
After all
Your words holding the future itself, riveted

If that mysterious man of old awoke
Would he remain satisfied with this current progress?
If that mysterious man of old awoke
Would he once again take up his cross ‘til his song ends?

Generations later your cries can still be heard
Gentle ringing ‘cross hills, valleys and all the earth
We, now chasing your shadow, marching into dusk
In your glorious hope, we place all o’ our trust