"Circle Of The Tyrants" lyrics
(originally by Celtic Frost)
The battle is over
The sands drunk the blood
All that there remains
The bitterest delusion
The circle of the devils
The immortality of the gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewel's gleam
Circle of the devil
Days have come
When steel will rule
And upon his head
A crown of gold
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant is the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear the tales
(Of frozen mystery)
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant is the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
Huh!
The new kingdoms rise
By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness
The warrior was me
Grotesque glory
No one will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like 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
No one will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows...
The sands drunk the blood
All that there remains
The bitterest delusion
The circle of the devils
The immortality of the gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewel's gleam
Circle of the devil
Days have come
When steel will rule
And upon his head
A crown of gold
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant is the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear the tales
(Of frozen mystery)
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant is the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
Huh!
The new kingdoms rise
By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness
The warrior was me
Grotesque glory
No one will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like 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
No one will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows...
