Triumphant Grasp
I hold the upper hand
In my triumphant grasp
Driven by hatred, driven to conquer
Unite myself to victory
I am the past, here again
Enlighted by wisdom, enormous powers
Marching for victory...
This domain, eternally mine
I'm now bound and schackled here
But, forever enhanced and I received damnation...
I felt strong
Through a shadow, with a spell
A curse of the dead
The waiting is gone
There is no more
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