Luyện nghe bài hát Highland Tyrant Attack

"You will hear my commands when never fade!"
"I grasp my in hand with 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 father's the king!" cries tyrant, aimed for bloodshed.
flags will fly between the Esk and Dee rivers.
"The triumph's my king!" screams this baron son, for war.

the tracks of this mailed horseman (geared with pole-ax in his hand).
The from Balkan Hills 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 forth in a frenzy (their king at his table).

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

This Is The Highland Attack!
They eradicate the feeble by their law of tanistry.
Tyrant 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 battalions are thrown into the corries.
Tyrant Attack!
They eradicate the feeble by their law of tanistry.
Highland 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 for tier and not our lies!"

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

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