Circle Of The Tyrants

Originally performed by Celtic Frost

After the battle is over

And the sands drunken the blood

All what there remains

Is the bitterness of delusion

The immortality of the gods

Sits at their side

As they leave the walls behind

To reach the jewels gleam

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