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 of the tyrants

The of the Gods
Sits at their
As they leave the walls
To reach the jewels

The of the tyrants

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

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

I the ballads
Of victory and
I the tales
Of frozen

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

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

Where the cannot 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 like shadows