Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

[Originally performed by Celtic

the battle is over
And the sands drunken the
All there remains
Is the of delusion

The immortality of the
at their side
As they leave the walls
To the jewels gleam

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

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

I sing the
Of and defeat
I hear the
Of frozen

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

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