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