Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

After the battle is
And the sand's the blood
All there remains
Is the bitterness of

The of the tyrants

The of the Gods
at their side
As leave the walls behind
To reach the gleam

The circle of the

The days have
the steel will rule
And upon his
A of gold

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

I sing the
Of victory and
I the tales
Of mystery

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

The new rise by the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness, the that was me
Grotesque glory, none will ever see them
And hunts and are like everlasting shadows

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