Song: In Glory, and In Thunder.

[cadhla]

Of course it hurts; of course it burns.
That's how the heart inside us learns.
It has to hurt if it's to heal...
That doesn't change the way we feel.

Like everything is ashes,
Like there's nothing but the flame,
Like if this goes on much longer,
There'll be nothing to reclaim,
And they'll say that this is cleansing,
But it hurts us all the same...

That's the way the fire goes.

Of course we bleed; of course we bruise.
These are the trials we can't refuse.
If we could turn these cups away
We'd end up back here anyway,

Where everything is ashes,
Where the pyre ignites the sky,
Where the pathway to redemption
Means we bid the ground goodbye,
And they'll say that pain is fleeting,
And we pray that they don't lie...

That's the way the fire goes.

But when the flames consume the air,
        And when the fire turns frightening,
        Know that the phoenix rose again
        In a revery of lightning.
        And when we fall into despair,
        When we lose track of wonder,
        Remember that the phoenix flies
        In glory and in thunder.

Of course it cuts; of course it scars.
We have to learn to seek the stars.
It doesn't mean we'll never move
Beyond the things we've yet to prove.

When everything is ashes,
We can step into the wind,
When we fill our hands with cinders,
We can tell the pain to end,
And they'll say that we risk falling,
But you have to break to mend...

That's the way the fire goes.

And when the flames consume the air,
        And when the fire turns frightening,
        Know that the phoenix rose again
        In a revery of lightning.
        And when we fall into despair,
        When we lose track of wonder,
        Remember that the phoenix flies
        In glory and in thunder.

That's the way the fire goes.