Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

After the is over
And the sand's drunken the
All there remains
Is the of delusion

The of the tyrants

The immortality of the
Sits at their
As they the walls behind
To reach the jewels

The circle of the

The have come
When the will rule
And upon his
A of gold

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

I the ballads
Of and defeat
I the tales
Of mystery

Your hand the might
The tyrant's the
You the will
As the is near

The new kingdom's by the circle of the tyrants
In the of darkness, the warrior that was me
Grotesque glory, will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars are like shadows

Where the winds cannot reach, the tyrant's was born
And often I look back with tears in my
Grotesque glory, none will ever see fall
And hunts and wars, are like everlasting