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