Circle of the Tyrants (Reissued)

After the battle is over and the sand's drunk the blood

All that there remains is the bitterness of delusion

The 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

The circle of the tyrants!

The days have come when the steel will rule

And upon his head 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 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 the everlasting shadows

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!

Their distant call