Lyrics
After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion
Circle of the tyrants
The immortality of the gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewels gleam
Circle of the tyrants
The days have come
The steel will rule
Upon his head
A crown of gold
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear the tales
Of frozen mystery
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
The new kingdoms rise
Circle of the tyrants
Land of darkness
Warrior, that was me
Grotesque glory
Them fall
Hunts and war
Are like everlasting shadows
Where the winds cannot reach
Might was born
I look back
With tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
Hunts and wars
Everlasting shadows
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