Luyện nghe bài hát When Rides The Scion Of The Storms

DOVER, SEPTEMBER 1594
(THE RECOLLECTIONS OF A MARINER)

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MEMORIES OF AND LIFE...

For countless of centuries I have walked the earth...
I have seen battle,
And centuries of slaughter.

I am reborn more!
The same grim spirit again given flesh...
O' to be ravished by the death...

The of the Storms:
Dethroned 'ere Atlantis fell, by a dark queen's curse,
My son's soul shackled by this of endless death and grim rebirth.
Fly, o' steed of Lyonesse, ride the tempest's wings,
I am the of the vengeful skies, a god to warriors and kings!

REFLECTIONS ON OF CARNAGE:

I been slain by Roman gladius,
And by Norman dealt a mortal wound,
The threads of my destiny
Endlessly woven on some cosmic loom.
I have lost my to longbow shafts
for the English crown,
And mayhap I'll end this life
A good three fathoms down!

I marched vast armies 'ere gleaming Atlantis
sank the waves...
I reddened my blade against legions long ago...
I stood Boudicca at Colchester...
I dealt honed death from the ranks of Arthur Pendragon...
I and looted gloriously at Lindisfarne...
I slaked my at Maldon...
I crossed blades with Brian at Clontarf...
I slaughtered and right with Harold at Hastings...
I dispatched Norman with Robin of Loxley...
I a Claymore at Stirling Bridge...
I was in the of the fray beside Henry at Agincourt...
I spilled blood for the White Rose at Field...
I a galleon against the great Armada of Philip II...

I have witnessed the of corrupt religions,
but my heathen was red countless centuries
before flaccid laws were ever carved in stone.

They call me the Scourge of Sedonia...
my ship sails at dawn, and may our English ring
against the cutlasses of the outlander pirates!
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have for me in the stars...
but the gods have decreed this is the path I must follow,
and I am sure that my adventures are far over...