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
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 saw Eve next to me, she's wrapped in low-cut, dripping sensuality. I remember the host, but it's been so long since we spoke. He said, "My son, you
Give me your eyes so I can see through fire. Give me your strength so I can stand so strong... Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom. The tempest
'm not!" but I've been here for every moment "and I've fought" waiting on your call to move "just call to move" if you could just make a choice "oh 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
Do you mean to challenge me? Because your speech is threatening to the writer of your history, through a future perverted by envy. Your whisper may sway
Stand up, we'll be more than kings. Show no mercy when the gates swing. I've said it before but without accepting that my body was the only thing keeping
never who wished it gone. The trees are dead, yet alive more than ever, growing flesh where once were leaves. They stretch instead of tower, like bone wrapped giants they reach. Oh
breathing blood. I hear him speaking to me. For the first time he cleared my head... that's when he said, "Only cowards keep dormant their sleeping strength
stand tall against all who will dare to shake you. Don't let them shake you. "Stand strong, where I could not, please stand strong" Oh please, this
t want to be the father who has to watch his daughter be conned and stripped bare by a monster like me. God, put me to sleep. (Thanks to Matthew for
There's a light that's shining, Sunday morning it's where I want to be where the river meets the trees the sun is singing all over me there's a house
