of delusion Circle of the Tyrants The immortality of the gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the jewels gleam Circle of
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
Übersetzung: Celtic Frost. Kreis der Tyrannen.
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