Is this the reason for me to stay?
Then I'll pack my things and go the other way
You who claim for perfection's light
Are rotten vultures in this endless night
Filthy figures are left behind
Exiled to the land of ice, solitude is all I'll find
Now dreams are all they can perceive
And I'm a painted figure, with evil inside me, that never brought my peace
Torment returns each time they link my name to his
But I am flesh and blood like you, a light that they prefer to stir
Take me back home, take me to the throne
Take me to my place and you'll see the light
Of the Morning Star
They cast me as the enemy, the one who dared to stand
The lord of lies and treason, by their own judge's hand
But who are they to sentence? I'm the image of your soul
A reflection of your maker, a sin you can't control
Because it lives in us
Take me back home, take me to the throne
Take me to my place and you'll see the light
Of the Morning Star
The winners write the tales, they own the story's end
So you already know what it's like to break and bend
You spend your life in fear of the Father you adore
Trying to flee from the evil knocking at your door
But the shadow you avoid is the seed of your decay
The poison in your veins that wastes your life away
I am the light