Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

The is over
And the sands the blood
All what there
Is the bitterness of

of the Tyrants

The of the gods
at their side
As they leave the walls
To reach the jewels

of the Tyrants

Days come
When the will rule
And up on his
A crown of

Your hand wields the
The the precursor
You the will
As the morning is

I sing the
Of victory and
I hear the
Of mystery

hand wields the might
The tyrant's the
You the will
As the morning is

The new kingdoms
By the of the tyrants
In the land of
The warrior, was me

glory
None will ever see them
And and war
Are everlasting

Where the winds cannot
The tyrant's might was
And I look back
With in my eyes

Grotesque
None ever see them fall
And and wars
Are everlasting