Luyện nghe bài hát As Predator To Prey

There was a blue-gray wolf
Whom destiny ordained warrior king of the
to the saddle- blacksmith- tyrant to be
In the great of Gurvan Nuur
Storming with mane of and blood red
A forging of empire, the enthroned
Grim of cruelty, of scourge and war
A man of his only more...

Horsemen from the open steppe
Whirlwinds of
A warlord's pursuit of joy
Of revenge so sweet and
And for those chafed at the
Blazing arrows, human shields, bones
Innocents slaughtered and
Bloodthirsty orgies of

His was the roar of the of beasts
Of typhoons- and kingdoms and kind
Of as predator to prey
And of fiercest divine

He was the (meted out) by th gods
The one who scorned defeat
Torn of women, weeping and wailing
devouring the vanquished
Samarkand, Bukhara, Nishapur,
A hundred thousand heads rolling in the
Oceans of raged and rushed
sadism's only law

Rape and
to the sword
Atrocity

"As a bow lusting for its
And an arrow for its star
With an eagle's talons new life
As a roaring wind that blows my soul
For it is blessedness to impress one's
millennia as on wax
To etch into men as on steel and stone"

His was the roar of the of beasts
Of typhoons- and kingdoms and kind
Of ravening- as to prey
And of fiercest lightnings

There was a blue-gray wolf
Whom destiny warrior king of the world
Born to the saddle- blacksmith- to be
In the great of Gurvan Nuur
with mane of flame and blood red
A forging of empire, the horder
century of cruelty, of scourge and war
A man of his only more...

Rape and
Cities to the
massacre

Quote from "Thus Spoke Zarathustra"