Son Of The Morning 歌词
| 歌曲 | Son Of The Morning |
| 歌手 | Oh, Sleeper |
| 专辑 | Son Of The Morning |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
| (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 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 |
| zuo qu : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
| 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 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
| 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 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 |
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