At the throne of the world, I rule with a terrible black hand.
Who would have thought this simple girl
Would gain the power to command
The forces of nature, and the cosmos itself
To send her enemies to their maker
And to assure vengeance is dealt
Through this black hand of mine, power runs like a fountain
All shall bow down and resign
To the Fingers of the Mountian.
Who would have thought this simple girl
Would gain the power to command
The forces of nature, and the cosmos itself
To send her enemies to their maker
And to assure vengeance is dealt
Through this black hand of mine, power runs like a fountain
All shall bow down and resign
To the Fingers of the Mountian.
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