Circle of the Tyrants

The battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All that 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 jewel's gleam Circle of the tyrants The days have come When the steel will rule And upon his head Lay 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 By the circle of the tyrants In the land of darkness The warrior, that was me Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and wars Are like everlasting shadows (Jewel doesn't gleam) Where the winds cannot reach The tyrant's might was born And often I look back With tears in my eyes Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and wars Are like everlasting shadows (It doesn't call)