Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

[Originally by Celtic Frost]

the battle is over
And the sands the blood
All there remains
Is the bitterness of

The of the gods
Sits at side
As leave the walls behind
To the jewels gleam

The days have
When the steel rule
And upon his
A crown of

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

I sing the
Of victory and
I the tales
Of frozen

The new kingdoms rise / By the of the tyrants
In the land of darkness / The warrior, was me
Grotesque glory / will ever see them fall
And and war / Are like everlasting shadows

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