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 the soulless winds that stir the Ginder trees!"
"I extol a wrathful, yet a constant lunar eye!"

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

Follow the tracks of this mailed (geared with pole-ax in his hand).
The blades from Balkan Hills are sharpened (cut for and whetted to fight).
The child has proven his gallantry (he not abuse Teutonic codes).
He's spiked and sent forth in a frenzy (their king 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.
Highland Attack!
The of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies.
Tyrant Attack!
Garters on their arms are fastened for chivalry.
Highland Attack!
All of the vanquished battalions are into the corries.
Highland Attack!
They eradicate the by their Celtic law of tanistry.
Tyrant Attack!
The of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies.
Tyrant Attack!

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

"Horse and Hattock took us back to the of Balkan 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?"