After the battle is over   And the sand's drunken the blood   All what there remains   Is the bitterness of delusion      The circle of the tyrants      The immortality of the Gods   Sits at their side   As they leave the walls behind   To reach the jewels gleam      The 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 the tales   Of frozen mystery      Your hand wields the might   The tyrant's the precursor   You carry the will   As the morning is near   [Incomprehensible]      The new kingdom's 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 tyrant's might was born   And often I look back with tears in my eyes   Grotesque glory, none will ever see them fall   And hunts and wars, are like everlasting shadows   [Incomprehensible]