Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of The Tyrants

[Originally by Celtic Frost]

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

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

The days come
When the steel will
And his head
A crown of

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

I the ballads
Of victory and
I hear the
Of frozen

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

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