I am the rival. I am the one
who speaks in whispers.
Hear me now, dear,
weak forgiver.
Hear me now,
weak forgiver. Hear me now
Don't send an angel to face the devil.
Your 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.
If you could see like me you'd see, it's
by my grace that you're 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.
I can mound all your fallen
past 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..
If you could see like me you'd see,
it's by my grace that you're 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.