Interpret:

Amorphis

Album:

Silent Waters

A mind dejected, blood boiling with anger 
the storm of the warpath, now sings in my heart 
your pleading, useless, I now shall disregard 
I'll leave you to weep and to fear for me 


(I'm ready for my end) 
my hair I comb down 
with resin into braids 
(I'm ready to ascend) 
my will burning high 
summon strength from the night 


I equip myself, to warfare I prepare 
I put on my black cloak, enchanted adders skins 
your prayers shall not reach into my heart 
your despair shall not stop me now 


This precious hairbrush, thrown at the wall 
it came to me from my father 
I give you this as a token of myself 
for you to have and mourn over 


And when my blood flows from it's bristles 
when my sap is dripping from it's shaft 
then you will know of my anguish 
my destruction will be revealed