Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

[Originally performed by Celtic

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

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

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

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

I sing the
Of and defeat
I the tales
Of mystery

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

Where the winds cannot reach / The might was born
And often I look back / With tears in my
Grotesque glory / will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars / Are like everlasting