Take your places
Fold your wings
Bow your heads
The celebration begins

Severe Clear: I could see it all
Now I close my eyes and watch you fall
With eyes closed I can see the moment between inhale and exhale

The broken morning left a halo around the hallowed ground
circling the sky into the night.

So take your places
Fold your wings
Bow your heads
The celebration begins

The counterattack was planned in the dark
So they can shrug off the blame when they miss their mark.
That morning, broken.
Your mourning, stolen.
And justification is just a twist of the knife.

So stand at attention
Fall into line
Fire! Aim! Ready!
The celebration begins

...from the ashes rise.