In the Valley of the Dying Son

In the valley of the dying son,
I walk a crooked path alone I came across a shadow of a man
with an angel’s breath
oh boy, he said to me
I see your future
'though you long for peace
the sword is your father
I’m thinking of you
I’m thinking of you when I kill a good man
to keep myself from being killed by him
I’m thinking of you
I’m thinking of you when I hold my girl
and wonder if she’ll ever love again I’m thinking of you
wash the blood off my hands
I’m thinking of you
bathed in the powder of a thousand guns
I am the king of sorrows
watered by the tears of the innocent ones
the river grows it moves it swells
son it calls to me your days are numbered
sow the seeds you will
but I am the reaper
I’m thinking of you
I’m thinking of you when I kill a good man
to keep myself from being killed by him
I’m thinking of you
I’m thinking of you when I hold my girl
and wonder if she’ll ever love again I’m thinking of you
wash the blood off my hands
I’m thinking of you
I howled at the moon like a wolf in the night
you wanna finish it we’re gonna finish it right
and then I felt a chill up my spine there are no words to use that truly
describe
the glory of the angel or the terror in me
tonight will be my ending or tonight my new beginning
all through the night I wrestled the angel
to undo the curse that’s burdened my all of my life
and for the first time I could see
that God was not my enemy
I’m thinking of you
like pieces of the son our light burns on and on and on
like stars in the night sky we shine
I’m living to shine on