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