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