Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

After the battle is
And the drunken the blood
All what remains
Is the bitterness of

The circle of the

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

The circle of the

The have come
the steel will rule
And his head
A of gold

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

I sing the
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 land of darkness, the warrior was me
Grotesque glory, none will ever see fall
And and wars are like everlasting shadows

Where the winds cannot reach, the might was born
And often I look back with in my eyes
Grotesque glory, none will see them fall
And hunts and wars, are like everlasting