Son Of The Morning

(And they call him the Son of the Morning…)

I am the rival.

I am the one who speaks in whisper

Hear me now, dear, weak forgiver

Hear me now, weak forgiver, hear me now

Don’t send an angel to face the devil

You’re wasting power on grace

A maggot will always seek to feed from the grave, where

I’ll lead them and teach them to feast on the skin that defeats them, the skin they crave

If you could see like me you’d see you haven’t won anything (anything)

If you could see like me you’d see it’s by my grace you’re breathing (breathing)

If you could see like me you’d see you haven’t won anything

If you could see like me you’d see

Every night

I start my rise, climbing high into the morning sky

But soon after

I lose your bride and

I damn your son for stealing my light

This world is mine…

They call me the

Son of the

Morning They call me the

Son of the

Morning I can mound all your fallen passed the clouds as they roll in

And when I do

I will claim your throne through all these cowards you call your sons

I am the lord of air, and my dawn will last forever

Go on pouring out because in the end

I will have them

If you could see like me you’d see you haven’t won anything (anything)

If you could see like me you’d see it’s by my grace you’re breathing (breathing)

If you could see like me you’d see you haven’t won anything

If you could see like me you’d see your precious light is fading

Your light is fading