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