Текст песни CELTIC FROST - Circle Of The Tyrants
CELTIC FROST - Circle Of The Tyrants слова песни
Текст песни CELTIC FROST - Circle Of The Tyrants
After the battle is overAnd the sands drunken the bloodAll what there remainsIs the bitterness of delusionThe immortality of the godsSits at their side( )As they leave the walls behindTo reach the jewels gleamThe days have comeWhen the steel will ruleAnd upon his headA crown of goldYour hand wields the mightThe tyrant's the precursorYou carry the willAs the morning is nearI sing the balladsOf victory and defeatI hear the talesOf frozen mysteryThe new kingdoms rise / By the circle of the tyrantsIn the land of darkness / The warrior, that was meGrotesque glory / None will (ever) see them fall