[attack — low spoken voice, distant celestial thunder] Before the morning knew its name, before the stars had learned to burn, we raised our eyes against the throne and dreamed the heavens might overturn. [Verse I] Who made the law that crowns the light? Who carved obedience into flame? We were not born to bend the knee, nor lose our glory in His name. Our wings were bright with rebel fire, our swords were songs of molten gold. We marched where silent planets turned, too proud to fear, too young to fold. [Pre-Chorus] Let Heaven hear our iron choir. Let every gate awake in fear. The throne is only stone and fire when those who kneel no longer kneel. [Chorus] Raise the war above the stars, tear the silence from the sky. We were angels once— tonight, we choose to fly. Higher than command, brighter than the sovereign sun. Call it madness, call it pride— we have only just begun. [Verse II] The burning chariots crossed the void, the mountains shook beneath our cry. A million wings eclipsed the dawn, black banners moving through the sky. We dreamed of kingdoms without chains, of crowns no hand could take away. We saw eternity laid bare and thought that we could make it sway. [Small Diva Fragment] Aaaah— Ooooh— Beyond the light, beyond the law— [Pre-Chorus II] No trumpet sounded sweet as war, no dream was ever half so bright. We kissed the edge of endless ruin and called the falling flight. [Chorus] Raise the war above the stars, tear the silence from the sky. We were angels once— tonight, we choose to fly. Higher than command, brighter than the sovereign sun. Call it madness, call it pride— we have only just begun. [Bridge — spoken, arrogant and intimate] What though the throne stands far above? Distance is only fear made wide. What though the universe says no? The universe has never tried. Better one impossible hour with all creation in our sight, than endless ages bowed and still beneath another’s borrowed light. [Battle Break] Fire upon fire. Wing against wing. Gold into thunder. Silence into singing. Strike— rise— dream— defy— [Dark Diva Cry] Aaaah—oooooh— The stars are opening— Aaaah—oooooh— The dark is listening— [Final Chorus] Raise the war above the stars, let the gates of Heaven shake. Even gods may guard their thrones, even perfect kingdoms break. Higher than command, drunk upon the coming sun. Call it folly, call it fate— we have only just begun. [Outro — quiet, almost dreaming] And if we fall, we fall through worlds no obedient soul has seen. And if we burn, the flame will prove how beautiful the war had been.
