Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

After the is over
And the sand's the blood
All what there
Is the bitterness of

The circle of the

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

The circle of the

The days come
When the steel will
And his head
A of gold

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

I the ballads
Of victory and
I hear the
Of mystery

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

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

Where the winds reach, the tyrant's might 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