Shamanic Warrior Song The Unyielding Spirit

[Intro] [Verse 1] As above, so below, As within, so without, There are those of us You should think twice about!!! [Verse 2] My dear friends - I will protect you, Beyond all doubt. [Verse 3] But to those who intrude I caution you BEWARE For if you have harmed Even one single hair, You may find that justice Will be swift and FAIR! [Chorus] As below, so above, As without, so within. The consequence Is part and parcel of the sin. [Verse 4] Graft versus host Is the cure not the disease, A victim fighting back Against your greed. [Verse 5] Would you steal from a man Then invite him to your home? First they stole our land, Now our bodies aren’t our own. If you still think that you’re right, Come and meet me alone. [Bridge] I don’t need to curse you, You have cursed yourself. I apply a blessing to myself, Each and every cell. [Verse 6] If I had been asked to donate, I might have given a gift, But instead you have robbed me So get a load of this… [Chorus] The miraculous patient Who simply wouldn’t die, Farmed for hybridomas While treatment was denied. [Verse 7] How can you not realize The strength of my soul Is what powers the body Which created what you stole?! [Bridge] Through quantum entanglement Each cell shall hear my plea, Those aren’t and weren’t just antibodies, They are still a part of me! [Verse 8] I could have taught you Would have shown you How it was that I survived Yet your desperate grasping hands Simply wouldn’t drop the k***e. [Chorus] So instead of teaching healing I will simply heal myself And bless the biotech samples My Trojan Horse Army, as well. As without so within, As above so below, From the inside I’ll destroy you And consume your very soul!!! [Verse 9] The organ stealing witches, Who linger by the grave, Shaman’s mortal enemies, In every eon every age. [Bridge] But a coven of any size Still needs a book of spells, And recipes for potions, Which they did not write themselves!!!! [Verse 10] You may perform some parlor tricks And mystic sleight of hand But you have no power to create And your work is done en-masse. [Outro] So even if by chance someday your parasitic horde Surrounded me on every side With victory assured, On each head a crown And for each a golden throne What honor might that grant you, Upon remembering that I once reigned alone?