A music video with multiple voices layering religious and apocalyptic imagery. Legions rise, angels wake from slumber, and the last become first. Fire, steel, and crowns mark a narrative of spiritual inversion and collective uprising.
Take the master's hand, hand. Split the sea with a ghostly voice and hide it from the land.
When the legions in their number find a city on a hill, wake the angels from the slumber.
Bring their blades to flame the steel.
<LYRICS>—start up a new imposition in heaven and on earth, wherein the former will first ones be made last, and the last will be made first.
So you put a silver ring on your finger, and you call it a patron saint.</LYRICS> To the devil, send all of your blessings, and to God, your every single complaint. When the legion's in the number of a city on a hill, wake the angels from the slumber, bring their blades of flame and steel.
Slay me down when the flames around and fire tests our gold.
Stand me Up and from your cup, drink my heart and soul.
When brighter times make hearts and minds soft as tempered glass, we lay it down and take the crown and dance over the past.
Now don't you go taking to dying, dying, because you're anything but dying, dying.
So let the glow of the sheen and the haze bluster explode on your tongue. Go and find a man on a mission, dare to prove him wrong. Sing to the sun with a burning mouth and sell the moon your song.
When the legion's in their number, light a city on a hill.
Wake the angels from the slumber, bring them Blades of flame still.
When the Legion's in the number, find a city on a hill.
Wake the angels from the slumber.
Bring their blades of flame still.
