She was set on octarine fire
She was set up with the wings
As many are buried in denial
As she finds the bone-dry springs
I am who I am
Hath sent her to you
No point in use of that name
Although it seems to be true
Let’s ask Hadit and she prays
To light up fire in her heart
Let her ask Nuit and she may
Come into her soul and art
I am who I am
Hath sent her to you
Descend from the stars to dwell
People don’t know what is due
Invoke spirits of the light
To keep the sight of hope
Invoke spirits from the dark
To master also rules of dope
I am who I am
Hath sent her to you
She’s received the power gem
That drives her to pursue