[Music and Lyrics by Warrior, Originally performed by Celtic Frost]
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