Son of Mine, can you hear the sound, hear the sound of repetition like 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 you 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 and 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 (on my neck to the ground)
I'm longing to rest in the hollow (hollow) of Your hand

Here I am
I await you

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 (on my neck to the ground)
I’m longing to rest in the hollow (hollow) of Your, hollow of Your hand
You will know my voice
Here I am
I am the Lion

Clear the path
I am the Lion
You brood of snakes
I am the Lion