Circle of the Tyrants - Live

After the battle is over
 And the sands drunken the blood
 All what there remains
 Is the bitterness of delusion
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 Circle of the tyrants
 The immortality of the gods
 Sits at their side
 As they leave the walls behind
 To reach the jewels gleam
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 Circle of the tyrants
 The days have come
 The steel will rule
 Upon his head
 A crown of gold
 Your hand wields the might
 The tyrant's the precursor
 You carry the will
 As the morning is near
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 I sing the ballads
 Of victory and defeat
 I hear the tales
 Of frozen mystery
 Your hand wields the might
 The tyrant's the precursor
 You carry the will
 As the morning is near
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 The new kingdoms rise
 Circle of the tyrants
 Land of darkness
 Warrior, that was me
 Grotesque glory
 Them fall
 Hunts and war
 Are like everlasting shadows
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 Where the winds cannot reach
 Might was born
 I look back
 With tears in my eyes
 Grotesque glory
 None will ever see them fall
 Hunts and wars
 Everlasting shadows