Esben & The Witch Press Heavenwards!
Slowly grows
This crowd of beasts
A wild throng
With homemade wings
A golden rush
Of hopeful fiends
A giant heart
Set to redeem
We mounted steps
To take the sky
To rise above
Horizon lines
Across the plain
Came the brigade
The glowing line
A motorway
The zenith beamed
Into sight
The peak emitting
Blinding light
Reach above
Don't stay below
Let's look beyond
The flattened world
The world is round
The world is round
The world is round
The world is ours
Unto the clouds
We sent our truths
Metal birds
That volleyed through
The sky fatigued
Began to crack
And the rabble blasted
Through the gap
Inside the walls
We thundered hard
A rebel host
Defying stars
We clapped our hands
We raised the roof
And the rabble roused
Performed a coup
With vitriol
In the growling throats
We whirled our limbs
Like lightning bolts
A burst of noise
A searing flash
The fire roared
'til all was ash
This burning rock
A meteor
Its flying sparks
Spectacular!
Onwards!
