Tyrant کے بول

Lost horizons everywhere the sun is grey and dark A coach runs through the shattered night without a tone Four winds howl into the night it's cold and wet Horses, black and danerous horror runs my blood Tyrant The beast, comes to kill us The beast, comes to kill us The beast, comes to kill us The beast, comes to ... Magic world's around my soul desaster's burning high He's the son of heaven's devil he's the arm of death Don't look back, don't look back you can lose your life Tyrant sees every step, every step you make Tyrant Tyrant!