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