Everyone who sought power
Was stripped of their badge
Even this song
Prevents me from the act
And the people all voted
With the pull of their heart
To find those devoted
To the pull of their art
And with the subtle grace of
Falling snow
Their music covered the land
Like a covert assassin
Climbing the ranks
On the day he is made
The kings hand
Rise up rise up waking dreamers
Creators of time
Your canvas is existence
And your colours are life
And the thrones of man
Grew dusty and cold
If ever a metaphor for the old World there was
In long forgotten corridors
Occasionally sounds a sigh
How funny to think those foolish beasts
For freedom would lay down and die
Rise up rise up waking dreamers
Creators of time
Your canvas is existence
And your colours are life
Rise up waking dreamers
Rise up waking dreamers
And the choir sang
And the sails fell
In communion heaven rejoiced
To know from now
Our saviours are
Those with the purest voice
And the choir sang
From every ledge
A melody pure and sweet
For the quiet song of falling snow
Finally fell at their feet
Rise up rise up waking dreamers
Creators of time
Your canvas is existence
And your colours are life
Rise up waking dreamers
Rise up waking dreamers