New Oh Sleeper album!

Son of the Morning <-the Devil angry and calling out god


I am the rival. I am the one who speaks in whispers. <-the Devil

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. <-Gods answer

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, <-Devil

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!

The Finisher <-Gods reply to the Devil


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 the weak, but when I speak it roars the sea.

Your challenge has been met, because with a breath I could snap your neck.

This wont be like the first time you tried,

Because my patience and mercy for you has run dry.

You've watered among my bride and started seeds to feed your throning flight.

I will sing to the world your storm is capturing

And the angles will join me...

We will sing to a world reborn from suffering.

But mark my words,

Because if that tree keeps them from seeing me

I will burn off your limbs and you will never shade again.

You will bow at my feet or I'll rip out your knees

And make of your face all the carnage you crave.

I am the Finisher and I am Forever.

I will sing to the world your storm is capturing

And the angels will join me...

We will sing to a world reborn from suffering.

From the armories the angels sing. You will see them end this suffering.

From the armories the angels sing. You will fear them when they lift their wings.

They will sing to a world reborn.

They will sing as I cut off your horns.

I'll cut off your horns!