Son of the Morning

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 pride

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 mend all your fallen

Pass 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 cause 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