Beau - This Testament lyrics

To thee my country I bequeath A world of my unspoken dreams; The land of silent make-believe Wherein the conquerors of schemes That only can improve this life Shall evermore be banned. To thee my children I release Thy spirit which is thine to keep Until this land be wakened from Its silent anaesthetic sleep; That it nay never sleep again – That it may never die. To thee my brethren I request That you will guard this fading word; That you may place the gift of time Upon it that it may be heard; That everyone might understand Iconoclastic Peace.