Obituary - Circle of the Tyrants lyrics

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The battle is over
And the sand's drunken the blood
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion

The circle of the tyrants

The immortality of the Gods
Sit's at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewels gleam

The circle of the tyrants, ooh

The days have come when the steel will rule
And 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

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
By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness
The warrior, that was me

Grotesque glory none will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
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
Are like everlasting shadows