Arise, arise, he cried so loud with a voice without restraint
Come out, you gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint
But go on you way accordingly you know you're not alone
Oh, I awoke in anger so alone and terrified
No martyr is among you now whom you can call your own
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones that put him out to death
Searching for the very souls whom already had been sold
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive with fiery breath
With a blanket underneath his arm and coat of solid gold