Morning Star - Covenant

If I was the praying kind

I would beseech you

If I was an image divine

I would forgive you

If I was the trusting kind

I would believe you

If I had faith in mankind

I wouldn’t need you

I bite the hand

That feeds me

I burn the ground

On which I stand

I keep my eyes

On the blinding dark

To catch the light

Of the morning star

To catch the light

If I was the praying kind

I would beseech you

If I was an image divine

I would forgive you

If I was the trusting kind

I would believe you

If I had faith in mankind

I wouldn’t need you

I bite the hand

That feeds me

I burn the ground

On which I stand

I keep my eyes

On the blinding dark

To catch the light

Of the morning star

To catch the light

Of the morning star

I keep my eyes

On the blinding dark