[ Celtic Frost cover ]nnAfter the battle is overnAnd the sands drunken the bloodnAll what there remainsnIs the bitterness of delusionnnThe immortality of the godsnSits at their sidenAs they leave the walls behindnTo reach the jewels gleamnnThe days have comenWhen the steel will rulenAnd upon his headnA crown of goldnnYour hand wields the mightnThe tyrant's the precursornYou carry the willnAs the morning is nearnnI sing the balladsnOf victory and defeatnI hear the talesnOf frozen mysterynnThe new kingdoms risenBy the circle of the tyrantsnIn the land of darknessnThe warrior, that was menGrotesque glorynNone will ever see them fallnAnd hunts and warnAre like everlasting shadowsnnWhere the winds cannot reachnThe tyrant's might was bornnAnd often I look backnWith tears in my eyesnGrotesque glorynNone will ever see them fallnAnd hunts and warsnAre like everlasting shadows