A Servant Songtext
von Amorphis

What was denied from poor I thought to be riches
I run for them there and then it made me take my due
To death I′d plunge with joy, my happiness to claim
I am prepared to face the war under the black soil

I'm righteous if I so desire until I reveal my worth
And take to myself what was denied from me
I stalked them in their celebrations, I delved into the words
I aimed at the highest of the high and decided it′s mine to take


Wont to crawl I was, to cringe and fawn
A servant on hours of day
But a holder of nocturnal sway

What was denied from poor I thought to be love
I run for it here and now
It makes me take my due

Wont to crawl I was, to cringe and fawn
A servant on hours of day
But a holder of nocturnal sway
Wont to crawl I was, to cringe and fawn
A servant on hours of day
But a holder of nocturnal sway