Circle of the Tyrants

The battle is over the sands drunk the blood
All that there remains
The bitterest delusion

The circle of the devils

The immortality of the gods
Sit's at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewel's gleam

Circle of the devil

Days have come when steel will rule
And upon his head a crown of gold

Your hand wields the might
The tyrant is 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 is the precursor
You carry the will as the morning is near
Huh!

The new kingdoms rise
By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness the warrior was me
Grotesque glory
No one will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows

Where the winds cannot reach
The tyrant's might was born
And often, I look back with tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory
No one will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows