Luyện nghe bài hát When Rides The Scion Of The Storms

DOVER, ENGLAND: 1594
(THE OF A WAR-WEARY MARINER)

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OF DEATH AND LIFE...

For countless thousands of centuries I have the earth...
I have endless battle,
And untold of slaughter.

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

The Scion of the
Dethroned 'ere Atlantis fell, haunted by a dark curse,
My son's soul shackled by this spell of death and grim rebirth.
Fly, o' skyborne steed of Lyonesse, 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 spear a mortal wound,
The threads of my ensorcelled
woven on some unknown cosmic loom.
I have lost my to longbow shafts
Fighting for the crown,
And mayhap I'll end this life
A good score fathoms down!

I marched with vast armies gleaming Atlantis
sank the waves...
I reddened my blade against Caesar's long ago...
I beside Boudicca at Colchester...
I honed steel death from the ranks of Arthur Pendragon...
I and looted gloriously at Lindisfarne...
I slaked my at Maldon...
I blades with Brian Boru at Clontarf...
I slaughtered left and right with at Hastings...
I dispatched Norman with Robin of Loxley...
I a Claymore at Stirling Bridge...
I was in the thick of the fray Henry at Agincourt...
I spilled for the White Rose at Bosworth 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 of Medina Sedonia...
my ship at dawn, and may our English steel ring
gloriously against the cutlasses of the pirates!
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written for me in the stars...
but the gods have decreed that this is the path I follow,
and I am sure that my are far from over...