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