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There once was a world buried deep in the ground

Where the will of the people was shackled and bound

But hear the fire from below crackle and roar

As a new world is struggling to be born

No river of blood can quench this underground fire

To stomp it only makes the flames go higher

Through the rubble and dirt dandelions now sprout

As the ground ruptures by trumpets sound

Witness now here the end of a world

The hands that built it can also destroy

As we fall into the dawn - lo and behold!

A new world is baptised in the ruins of the old

With iron bar, and hammer and spade

We build and we dig til the end of the day

The house that we build is not for the Lord

But for the creatures he left here, weary and sore

We made it thus far by mutual aid

Through sickness and health, through love and through pain

We did not fall and we did not crack

Without steam whistle or whip on our back

Shrugged off the yoke of master and chief

Our future is long, while their history is brief

Blot out the bloodline of Noah and of Cain

Redemption feels just like summer rain