Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

After the is over
And the drunken the blood
All what remains
Is the of delusion

The circle of the

The of the Gods
Sits at their
As they the walls behind
To reach the gleam

The of the tyrants

The days have
When the steel rule
And upon his
A crown of

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

I the ballads
Of victory and
I the tales
Of mystery

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

The new kingdom's rise by the of the tyrants
In the of darkness, the warrior that was me
Grotesque glory, none will see them fall
And hunts and wars are like everlasting

Where the winds reach, the tyrant's might was born
And often I look back tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory, none will ever see them
And hunts and wars, are everlasting shadows