Obituary: "Circle Of The Tyrants" Lyrics

After the battle is over

And the sand's 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 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 

none will (ever) see them fall

And hunts and wars 

are like everlasting shadows