Luyện nghe bài hát When Rides The Scion Of The Storms

DOVER, ENGLAND: SEPTEMBER
(THE RECOLLECTIONS OF A MARINER)

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OF DEATH AND LIFE...

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

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

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

REFLECTIONS ON OF CARNAGE:

I have been by Roman gladius,
And by Norman spear a mortal wound,
The threads of my destiny
Endlessly woven on unknown cosmic loom.
I have lost my to longbow shafts
Fighting for the crown,
And mayhap I'll end mariner's life
A good three score down!

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

I witnessed the rise of corrupt religions,
but my heathen blade was red countless
before their flaccid laws ever carved in stone.

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