文本歌词

Weaving The Incantation - Amorphis (不定形物)
A mind dejected blood boiling with anger
The storm of the warpath now sings in my heart
Your pleadings useless I now shall disregard
I 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 adder's skins
Your prayers shall not reach into my heart
Your despair shall not stop me now
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
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 streaming from it's shaft
Then you will know of my anguish
My destruction will be revealed
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'm ready for my end
My hair I comb down
With resin into braids
I'm ready to ascend
I'm ready for my end
My hair I comb down
With resin into braids