The Morning Star

In the morning's blaze, where stars whisper sins, Lurks Lucifer, the cursed, where blame begins. Holy books brand his name with endless blame, Yet human hearts dance to his shadowed flame. (Chorus) The Morning Star, once heaven's brightest gleam, Now bears the weight of every darkling dream. Cast out from grace, his wings a tattered cloak, His tale of woe in every whisper spoke. But who's to say if sin's his rightful due? When in each heart, a spark of his light brews. For in the darkest depths, his whispers thrum, A reminder that even stars can fall and become one. (Chorus) The Morning Star, once heaven's brightest gleam, Now bears the weight of every darkling dream. Cast out from grace, his wings a tattered cloak, His tale of woe in every whisper spoke. [Interlude Guitar Solo] (Chorus) The Morning Star, once heaven's brightest gleam, Now bears the weight of every darkling dream. Cast out from grace, his wings a tattered cloak, His tale of woe in every whisper spoke.