Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

[Originally by Celtic Frost]

After the is over
And the sands the blood
All what there
Is the bitterness of

The of the gods
Sits at side
As they leave the behind
To reach the jewels

The have come
the steel will rule
And upon his
A crown of

hand wields the might
The tyrant's the
You carry the
As the morning is

I the ballads
Of victory and
I hear the
Of mystery

The new kingdoms / By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of / The warrior, that was me
glory / None will ever see them fall
And hunts and war / Are everlasting shadows

Where the winds cannot reach / The tyrant's was born
And often I look / With tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory / None will ever see them
And and wars / Are like everlasting shadows