Unconsciously, self-baptised in the world of freemasonry.
Sliding visions of the past, well preserved
Sounds and voices of familiar spirits, from unfamiliar worlds.
Secret calls from the world of the unknown,
Frequent visit to the world of the underworld,
Face down to the sun
Unconsciously, self-baptised in the world of freemasonry
Freemasonry life, oh what a wisdom so immeasurable
Up the hill, sun of light with a mark on his forehead
The one once loved, limping with broken wings
Why am I not puzzled,
That multitudes of nations from the west, bow for him
Why am I not amused,
That multitudes of nations from the North, kneel for him
Look up to him, all with hopeful hearts
For you give hope to the hopeless, food to those in need
For when they want in abundant the riches of Azania they come to you
As the sun of light spread her wings of hope & life
How I receive you, dwell in me and let me be your home,
For in darkness there's light
How unjust it was for the visitors to portray you as they did
Many will kneel and will always, for, God of Africa
Give answers to the universe.
Agobe jwalo…
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