Luyện nghe bài hát Highland Tyrant Attack

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

The last will crown one son to the Pictish throne.
"My father's the king!" this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed.
Three flags fly between the Esk and Dee rivers.
"The triumph's my king!" screams this baron son, 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 shall not Teutonic codes).
He's spiked and sent in a frenzy (their king sits at his table).

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

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

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

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

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