"Highland Tyrant Attack" Videos
"You will hear my commands when cries never fade!"
"I grasp my pole-ax in hand with stock, steel, and mace!"
"I clutch the soulless winds that stir the Ginder trees!"
"I extol beneath a wrathful, yet a constant lunar eye!"
The last clash will crown one son to the Pictish throne.
"My father's the king!" cries this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed.
Three flags will fly between the Esk and Dee rivers.
"The triumph's my king!" screams this baron son, devised for war.
Follow the tracks of this mailed horseman (geared with pole-ax in his hand).
The blades from Balkan Hills are sharpened (cut for slaying and whetted to fight).
The child has proven his gallantry (he shall not abuse Teutonic codes).
He's spiked and sent forth in a frenzy (their king sits at his table).
"Far free of these castle walls, I thought I heard your scream!"
This Is The Highland Tyrant Attac
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