Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

[Originally performed by Celtic

After the battle is
And the sands drunken the
All what there
Is the bitterness of

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

The days have
When the will rule
And his head
A crown of

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

I sing the
Of victory and
I the tales
Of frozen

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

Where the winds cannot reach / The tyrant's might was
And I look back / With tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory / will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars / Are like shadows