Come forth!

Come forth!
Come forth!

I call you from the hallowed places!
From the skies and from the wastes!
Come forth! Come forth!
Your god's good graces depend upon it.

Pick up your plowshares and sharpen your sticks.
We'll tear it all down with the sweat of our brow.
The city is mortar, the city is bricks.
There is nothing there, only us, only now.

Come forth!
Come forth!
Tumultuous tide that you are, you come forth!

I call you from the depths!
From the seas and from the trees!
Come forth!
Come forth!
Your father's ire abates because of it.

Down and dirty in the muddied pool.
They've made a mire to muck about in.
Though at times we all seem the fool,
This is a war that we're yet to win.

Come forth!
Come forth!
Sniveling wretches and heroes come forth!

I call you from within!
From near and from far!
Come forth!
Come forth!
My glorious victory depends upon you.