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