Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

The battle is
And the sands the blood
All what there
Is the of delusion

of the Tyrants

The of the gods
Sits at side
As they leave the behind
To reach the jewels

of the Tyrants

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

Your wields the might
The tyrant's the
You carry the
As the is near

I the ballads
Of victory and
I the tales
Of mystery

hand wields the might
The the precursor
You carry the
As the is near

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

Grotesque
None will see them fall
And and war
Are everlasting

Where the cannot reach
The tyrant's might was
And often I look
tears in my eyes

Grotesque
None will see them fall
And and wars
Are shadows