| 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 pleading, 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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| (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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| 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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| (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'm ready for my end) I’m ready for my end
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| (I'm ready to ascend) I’m ready to ascend
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| (I'm ready for my end) I’m ready for my end
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| I’m ready to ascend… |