After the battle is over    And the sands drunken the blood    All what there remains    Is the bitterness of delusion       The immortality of the gods    Sits at their side    As they leave the walls behind    To reach the jewels gleam       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       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 war    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