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    CELTIC FROST-Circle of the Tyrants


    par philippe

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    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
    Par ASYLUMIl y a 8 ans
    Un peu de rage ça vide la tête
    Par DevilprofIl y a 8 ans
    Quand je pense que c'est suisse...y a bon
    Par RunedeBalrog31Il y a 9 ans
    waoooooooogh¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡muy,muy buenos
    Par fglIl y a 9 ans
    Par DkE333Il y a 10 ans
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