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.