I saw the glory of the coming of the War
Dust clouds spitting earth
Bits of skin and crimson glass
Glory glory hallelujah…
The preacher smiled and looked toward Heaven
A ceiling fan or maybe some track lighting
He addressed the heroes, kings among men
(Peasants among kings)
Glory glory hallelujah…
Then I saw you
Waiting at the eleventh hour
On the eleventh day
At long last
Silence