מילים לשיר Circle Of The Tyrants – Opeth

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