Lirieke:
Sleeper Oh Son Of The Morning

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 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

'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

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

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

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

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