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