I Am the Lion

Son of Mine, can you hear the sound of this repetition as clockwork

I'm always peeling back your skin to rip the legions from your heart

Every scar you leave yourself is a jewel in the making

I would give new passion yet you've turned your back

Like a devil of details cut your throat you're so addicted

You'll swing the hammer and I'll turn your nails to gold

Like a devil of details you're so addicted

You'll swing the hammer and I'll turn your nails to gold

You will know My voice when the hair on your neck stands up

I opened this door, and I will bring the End

All gives way and all will fall to their knees and beg for grace

Son of Mine these letters I swear have not been burnt

My heart a child trembling in sight of his wake

Is longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand

I know now what it is to be helpless like a foot on my neck to the ground

I'm longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand

Here I am

I await You

My heart a child trembling in sight of his wake

Is longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand

I know now what it is to be helpless like a foot on my neck to the ground

I'm longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand

You will know My voice

Here I am

I am the Lion

Clear the path

I am the Lion

You brood of snakes

I am the Lion