Circle of the Tyrants Obituary

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
The battle is over, and the sand's drunken the blood
All what there remains is the bitterness of delusion

[Chorus]
The circle of the tyrants

[Verse 2]
The immortality of the Gods sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind to reach the jewels gleam

[Chorus]
The circle of the tyrants, uh

[Verse 3]
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 (As the morning is near)

[Verse 4]
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