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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. From Letras Mania