I hear the tales
With tears in my eyes
Your hand wields the might
The warrior, that was me
None will ever see them fall
You carry the will
In the land of darkness
I sing the ballads
[Incomprehensible]
Your hand wields the might
Is the bitterness of delusion
The immortality of the gods
Days have come
By the circle of the tyrants
Are everlasting shadows
And often I look back
Circle of the Tyrants
The tyrant's the precursor
As the morning is near
Circle of the Tyrants
The tyrant's the precursor
And hunts and war
Of victory and defeat
And up on his head
As the morning is near
When the steel will rule
As they leave the walls behind
None will ever see them fall
The new kingdoms rise
Are everlasting shadows
Grotesque glory
The tyrant's might was born
Where the winds cannot reach
A crown of gold
You carry the will
Sits at their side
All what there remains
And hunts and wars
Of frozen mystery
To reach the jewels gleam
Grotesque glory
