Luyện nghe bài hát Highland Tyrant Attack

"You will hear my commands when cries fade!"
"I grasp my pole-ax in hand stock, steel, and mace!"
"I clutch the soulless winds stir the Ginder trees!"
"I extol beneath a wrathful, yet a lunar eye!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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