Luyện nghe bài hát As Predator To Prey

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

Horsemen merciless from the steppe
of destruction
A warlord's of unbridled joy
Of revenge so sweet and
And for those at the yoke
Blazing arrows, human shields, burning
Innocents slaughtered and
Bloodthirsty orgies of

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

He was the (meted out) by th gods
The sanguinary one who scorned
bodies of women, weeping and wailing
Flames the vanquished
Samarkand, Bukhara, Nishapur,
A hundred thousand heads rolling in the
of sacrilege raged and rushed
Eternal only law

Rape and
to the sword
Atrocity

"As a bow for its arrow
And an arrow lusting for its
With an eagle's grasping new life
As a roaring wind that blows my bright
For it is blessedness to one's hands
Upon as on wax
To etch ideas into men as on and stone"

His was the of the king of beasts
Of and fallen kingdoms and kind
Of ravening- as predator to
And of fiercest divine

There once was a blue-gray
Whom ordained warrior king of the world
Born to the blacksmith- tyrant to be
In the great valley of Gurvan
Storming with mane of flame and red
A forging of empire, the horder
Grim century of cruelty, of and war
A man of his only more...

and conquest
Cities to the
Atrocity

Quote Nietzsche's "Thus Spoke Zarathustra"