Luyện nghe bài hát Highland Tyrant Attack

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

The last clash will 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!" screams baron son, devised for war.

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

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

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

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

"Horse and took us back to the realm 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 king sitting at his table?"