Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

[Originally by Celtic Frost]

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

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

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

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

I sing the
Of and defeat
I the tales
Of frozen

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

Where the winds cannot reach / The might was born
And often I look back / With tears in my
Grotesque glory / None will ever see them
And hunts and / Are like everlasting shadows