Luyện nghe bài hát Highland Tyrant Attack

"You will hear my commands when never fade!"
"I grasp my pole-ax in hand stock, steel, and mace!"
"I clutch the soulless 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 father's the king!" this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed.
flags 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 horseman (geared with in his hand).
The blades from Balkan Hills are (cut for slaying and whetted to fight).
The child has proven his gallantry (he 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!"

This Is The Highland Attack!
They eradicate the by their Celtic law of tanistry.
Tyrant Attack!
The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for enemies.
Highland Attack!
Garters on their arms are fastened for chivalry.
Highland Attack!
All of the vanquished battalions are thrown the corries.
Tyrant Attack!
They the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
Tyrant Attack!
The rank of the 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, formed the lines, before the rites!"

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