Interpret:

Amorphis

Album:

Silent Waters

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 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