The battle is over and the sands drunk the blood
All what there remains is the bitterness of delusions

Circle of the tyrants!

The immortality of the gods sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind to reach the jewel's gleam

Circle of the tyrants!

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 tales of frozen mystery
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will as the morning is near

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 tyrants might was born
And as I often look back with tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory - none will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars are like ever lasting shadows!
- Their distant call