Paroles de A Servant

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 their 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