The birds are flying low
The same old song is going on and on
Way too many times
I've seen this same old twisted pantomime
They say the darkest hours are just before the dawn
That we must die to be reborn
I'm still alive, I'm ready for the pain
If I fall, I'll rise again
I spread my wings and like the midnight sun I will be rising
To the frozen heights, where stars are born and where they die
I'm lighting up horizons
With thunder and lightning
Through the darkest skies
Where even angels fear to fly
Where angels fear to fly
It felt like the end
They hit the ceiling and they fell and fell
The wind already blew
And the rays of light were shining through
They say the darkest hours are just before the dawn
That we must die to be reborn
I'm still alive, I'm ready for the pain
When I fall, I'll rise again
Through the glass ceiling, we will fly
The truth comes screaming loud and high (echoes of old lies will die)
This is where my dreams begin
I feel the power from within
I spread my wings and like the midnight sun I will be rising
To the frozen heights, where stars are born and where they die
I'm lighting up horizons
With thunder and lightning
Through the darkest skies
Where even angels fear to fly
Where angels fear to fly
Where angels fear to fly