Circle of the Tyrants
Celtic Frost
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04:27
Song Introduction
“Circle of the Tyrants” is a pivotal track by the Swiss extreme metal band Celtic Frost, released in 1987 as part of their influential album **Into the Pandemonium**. This song exemplifies Celtic Frost's innovative fusion of thrash and black metal, featuring aggressive guitar riffs, complex arrangements, and dark, provocative lyrics. “Circle of the Tyrants” has been celebrated for its raw intensity and has significantly impacted the development of extreme metal genres. Its enduring legacy continues to inspire metal enthusiasts and musicians alike, solidifying Celtic Frost's position as trailblazers in the metal scene.
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Lyric
After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion
♪
Circle of the tyrants
♪
The immortality of the gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewel's gleam
♪
Circle of the tyrants
♪
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
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
♪
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 wars
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