Awake! Awake! Thy sleeping spirit shake
Rapt in throe of evil's dancing mistake
We're bewitched and hexed by hell
And the sounds of its princeling knell
To above from underworld's lake

We can arise. It will come true
A warm and enlivening breeze will through us blow
Our spiritual sleep we'll come to rue
And we'll plump our seat on truth's pews

The awakening will disabuse
The awful and offensive ruse
Our torch will swing in front of evils' face
And shine light on evil's hate and disgrace
For cosmic justice, we take our cues