Luyện nghe bài hát Highland Tyrant Attack

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

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

the tracks of this mailed horseman (geared with pole-ax in his hand).
The blades from Balkan Hills are sharpened (cut for 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 these castle walls, I thought I 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 left arms are fastened for chivalry.
Highland Attack!
All of the vanquished are thrown into the corries.
Highland Attack!
eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
Highland Attack!
The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for enemies.
Highland Attack!

"Our flags have soared the Esk and Dee rivers!"
"We, the cnihts, are crowned for 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 king still at his table?"