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
, burnt, and restructured. Silence, the tyrants, before they condemn us all. Silence, the tyrants, in order, to sanctify. Silence, the tyrants, I will
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
They can't get to me I'm sitting in the back seat Turn around, I grip my gun To rise against the pigs Communista de lista But I resist the exorcist To
my wheat germ Chase it with heroine Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the winter Circle of tyrants
[Music: Abbath/Horgh] [Lyrics: Demonaz] Armoured horses gloves of steel Silverblades... time to reveal We're the tyrants that guard the land Proud upon
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] Neon lights are flashing as the tyrants raise their swords Sounds of metal crashing the avenue overlords Kings of black leather
of the tyrants. The immortality of the gods. Sits their side. As they leave the walls behind. To reach the jewel's gleam. Circle of the tyrants. The
Crawling down the road of life another hopeless speech Gruesome soul numbness People stare, do they know I am suffering the tyrants Every gesture is
eye The nations rise as one The phoenix light eclipses the sun Under supreme rule The eye of Horus shines upon you FOREVER! The struggle of the tyrants
Tyrants control - overwhelming, overbearing Rebels are marching - into their midst To bring them down - and cease the cruelty Do as they wish - and remember
An open eye, awakened cold on a path of Ruin that once was gold. Black mountains blocking the sun. Enveloped in decay what's devoid of life, The land
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There is no foothold here in these miry depths; Clawed fingers scraping flesh from bone. Frantic laughter bubbling throughout. Voice strained from screaming
Singing woe to me and my crimson needs, The shallow waters warm quickly in the sun. What a process to undivine. The season that refuses life... In the
Heeding the call of my resilient foe, Absorbing the sound of the melodies silent. All of my dreams turning scarlet, My screams startling allies in the
Revolving doors, the words unspoken. The walls alive, their stories ringing litmus true. Valor of the soldier questioned in a time of war. Now the jury
Look to the sky for the evidence, breath of the wind chilling every cord on my spine. In this instant, I'm taken atop the world. The burning of buildings