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