Luyện nghe bài hát When Rides The Scion Of The Storms

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

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OF DEATH AND LIFE...

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

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

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

ON LIFETIMES OF CARNAGE:

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

I marched with vast armies 'ere gleaming
beneath the waves...
I reddened my blade against Caesar's long ago...
I stood beside at Colchester...
I honed steel death from the ranks of Arthur Pendragon...
I slew and gloriously at Lindisfarne...
I slaked my at Maldon...
I crossed blades with Brian at Clontarf...
I slaughtered left and right Harold at Hastings...
I dispatched Norman swordsmen Robin of Loxley...
I a Claymore at Stirling Bridge...
I was in the thick of the fray Henry at Agincourt...
I blood for the White Rose at Bosworth Field...
I captained a galleon against the great Armada of II...

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

They me the Scourge of Medina Sedonia...
my ship sails at dawn, and may our English steel
gloriously against the of the outlander pirates!
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written 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...