Lyrics:

After the battle is overAnd the sands drunken the bloodAll what there remainsIs the bitterness of delusionThe immortality of the godsSits at their sideAs they leave the walls behindTo reach the jewels gleamThe days have comeWhen the steel will ruleAnd upon his headA crown of goldYour hand wields the mightThe tyrant's the precursorYou carry the willAs the morning is nearI sing the balladsOf victory and defeatI hear the talesOf frozen mysteryThe new kingdoms rise / By the circle of the tyrantsIn the land of darkness / The warrior, that was meGrotesque glory / None will ever see them fallAnd hunts and war / Are like everlasting shadowsWhere the winds cannot reach / The tyrant's might was bornAnd often I look back / With tears in my eyesGrotesque glory / None will ever see them fallAnd hunts and wars / Are like everlasting shadows
Bewitched Circle Of The Tyrants