Stormlight Ascendancy
The wind is howling at the wooden frame
We lock the doors and call the storm by name
A restless current running underneath
We hold our breath and bite our teeth
(ohhh) But the walls are going to hold tonight
Yeah, we're reaching for the morning light And the clouds part wide,
the sky turns gold!
Every shadow breaking from our hold!
We are standing high,
we are breathing free!
In the open light
we were meant to be!
(yeah!) The dust is settling on the valley floor
We don't have to hide behind that heavy door
The air is clean,
the ground is turning sweet
We find the rhythm of our beating feet (ahhh)
And the clouds part wide,
the sky turns gold!
Every shadow breaking from our hold!
We are standing high,
we are breathing free!
In the open light
we were meant to be!
We are breathing free... (oh-oh-oh)