| Song | Circle of the Tyrants |
| Artist | Obituary |
| Album | The Complete Roadrunner Collection 1989-2005 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas Gabriel/Thomas Gabriel (Tom Warrior) | |
| 作曲 : Thomas Gabriel | |
| After the battle is over | |
| And the sand's 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 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 |
| zuo ci : Thomas Gabriel Thomas Gabriel Tom Warrior | |
| zuo qu : Thomas Gabriel | |
| After the battle is over | |
| And the sand' s 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 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 |
| zuò cí : Thomas Gabriel Thomas Gabriel Tom Warrior | |
| zuò qǔ : Thomas Gabriel | |
| After the battle is over | |
| And the sand' s 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 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 |