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 that 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 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 (anything)
If you could see like me you´d see, it´s by my grace that 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."