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 thousands of centuries I walked the earth...
I have endless battle,
And centuries 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 Atlantis fell, haunted by a dark queen's curse,
My son's soul shackled by this spell of endless death and rebirth.
Fly, o' skyborne of Lyonesse, ride the tempest's wings,
I am the scion of the vengeful skies, a god to and kings!

REFLECTIONS ON OF CARNAGE:

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

I marched with armies 'ere gleaming Atlantis
beneath the waves...
I reddened my blade against legions long ago...
I stood Boudicca at Colchester...
I dealt honed steel 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 with Harold at Hastings...
I dispatched Norman swordsmen Robin of Loxley...
I a Claymore at Stirling Bridge...
I was in the thick of the fray beside at Agincourt...
I spilled for the White Rose at Bosworth Field...
I captained a galleon against the Armada of Philip II...

I have witnessed the of corrupt religions,
but my heathen blade was red countless
before their flaccid laws were 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 this is the path I must follow,
and I am sure that my adventures are far over...