A mind dejected, blood boiling with anger
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the storm of the warpath, now sings in my heart
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your pleadings, useless, I now shall disregard
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I'll leave you to weep and to fear for me
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I'm ready for my end
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my hair I comb down
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with resin into braids
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I'm ready to ascend
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my will burning high
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summon strength from the night
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I equip myself, to warfare I prepare
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I put on my black cloak, enchanted adders skins
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your prayers shall not reach into my heart
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your despair shall not stop me now
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This precious hairbrush, thrown at the wall
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it came to me from my father
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I give you this as a token of myself
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for you to have and mourn over
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And when my blood flows from it's bristles
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when my sap is dripping from it's shaft
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then you will know of my anguish
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my destruction will be revealed
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Weaving The Incantation
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| Amorphis |
