Luyện nghe bài hát Highland Tyrant Attack

"You will hear my commands cries never fade!"
"I grasp my pole-ax in hand stock, steel, and mace!"
"I clutch the soulless winds stir the Ginder trees!"
"I beneath a wrathful, yet a constant lunar eye!"

The last clash will crown one son to the throne.
"My father's the king!" this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed.
Three flags will fly the Esk and Dee rivers.
"The triumph's my king!" this baron son, devised for war.

Follow the tracks of this horseman (geared with pole-ax in his hand).
The blades Balkan Hills are sharpened (cut for slaying and whetted to fight).
The child has his gallantry (he shall not abuse Teutonic codes).
He's spiked and sent in a frenzy (their king sits at his table).

"Far free of castle walls, I thought I heard your scream!"

Is The Highland Tyrant Attack!
They the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
Tyrant Attack!
The of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies.
Tyrant Attack!
Garters on their left arms are for chivalry.
Tyrant Attack!
All of the vanquished are thrown into the corries.
Highland Attack!
They the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
Tyrant Attack!
The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for enemies.
Tyrant Attack!

"Our have soared O'er the Esk and Dee rivers!"
"We, the cnihts, are for tier and not our lies!"

"Horse and Hattock took us back to the realm of Hills!"
"We, the cnihts, have formed the lines, the rites!"

"We'el pursue to on their pledge and curse them, as the light breaks!"
"...But is our still sitting at his table?"