I dreamed I saw St augustine
Alive as you our me
Tearing through these quarters in
The utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm and
A coat of solid gold
Searching for the very souls who
Already have been sold "Arise, arise"
He cried so loud in a voice without restraint
Come out, he gifted kings and queens and
Hear my sad complaint
No martyr is among you now whom
You can call your own
So go on your way accordingly
But know you're not alone
I dreamed I saw St augustine
Alive with fiery breath
I dreamed I was amongst the ones
Who put him out to death
Oh, I awoke in anger so alone and terrified
I put my fingers against the glass and
Bowed my head and I cried