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