Son of mine! Can you hear the sound Hear the sound of this repetition as clockwork I'm always peeling back your skin To rip the legions from your heart Every scar you leave yourself Is a jewel in the making I would give new passion Yet you've turned your back
Like a devil of details (Cut your throat) You're so addicted You'll swing the hammer I'll turn your nails to gold
Like a devil of details You're so addicted You'll swing the hammer I'll turn your nails to gold
You will know My voice When the hair on your neck stands up I opened this door And I will bring the end
All gives way and all will fall To their knees and beg for grace Son of Mine, these letters I swear have not been burnt
My heart, a child Trembling in sight of his wake (Trembling in sight of his wake) Is longing to rest in the hollow Hollow of Your hand I know now what it is to be helpless Like a foot on my neck to the ground I'm longing to rest in the hollow Hollow of Your hand Here I am I await you
You will know My voice Here I am
My heart, a child Trembling in sight of his wake (Trembling in sight of his wake) Is longing to rest in the hollow Hollow of Your hand I know now what it is to be helpless Like a foot on my neck to the ground I'm longing to rest in the hollow Hollow of Your hand Hollow (hollow) of Your hand
I am the Lion!
Clear the path I am the Lion You brood of snakes I am the Lion