Circle Of The Tyrants Lyrics - Singles - Bewitched

[Originally performed by Celtic Frost] 

After the battle is over 

And the sands drunken the blood 

All what there remains 

Is the bitterness of delusion 

The immortality of the gods 

Sits at their side 

As they leave the walls behind 

To reach the jewels gleam 

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 the tales 

Of frozen mystery 

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 war / 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 / None will ever see them fall 

And hunts and wars / Are like everlasting shadows