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"You will hear my commands when cries never fade!" "I grasp my pole-ax in hand with stock, steel, and mace!" "I clutch the soulless winds that stir the Ginder trees!" "I extol beneath a wrathful, yet a constant lunar eye!" The last clash will crown one son to the Pictish throne. "My father`s the king!" cries this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed. Three flags will fly between the Esk and Dee rivers. "The triumph`s my king!" screams this baron son, devised for war. Follow the tracks of this mailed horseman (geared with pole-ax in his hand). The blades from Balkan Hills are sharpened (cut for slaying and whetted to fight). The child has proven his gallantry (he shall not abuse Teutonic codes). He`s spiked and sent forth in a frenzy (their king sits at his table). "Far free of these castle walls, I thought I heard your scream!" This Is The Highland Tyrant Attack! They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry. Highland Tyrant Attack! The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies. Highland Tyrant Attack! Garters on their left arms are fastened for chivalry. Highland Tyrant Attack! All of the vanquished battalions are thrown into the corries. Highland Tyrant Attack! They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry. Highland Tyrant Attack! The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies. Highland Tyrant Attack! "Our flags have soared O`er the Esk and Dee rivers!" "We, the cnihts, are crowned for tier and not our lies!" "Horse and Hattock took us back to the realm of Balkan Hills!" "We, the cnihts, have formed the lines, before the rites!" "We`el pursue to spit on their pledge and curse them, as the light breaks!" "...But is our king still sitting at his table?"
Прямая ссылка на текст песни Highland Tyrant Attack: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/2002.html » Absu - The Coming Of War » Absu - An Equinox Of Fathomless Disheartenment » Absu - The infinite and profane thrones » Absu - Never Blow Out the Eastern Candle » Absu - ...Of Celtic Fire, We are Born » Absu - An Involtion Of Thorns » Absu - The thrice is greatest to ninnigal » Absu - The coming of war » Absu - Morbid scream » Absu - Terminus (in The Eyes Of Ioldanach) » Absu - Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vi » Absu - Descent To Acheron (evolving Into The Pr » Absu - An involtion of thorns » Absu - Prelusion To Cythraul » Absu - From Ancient Times (Starless Skies Burn » Absu - ...and Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh... » Absu - Highland tyrant attack » Absu - Stone of Destiny (...for Magh Slecht and » Absu - Morbid Scream » Absu - Customs of tasseomancy (quoth the sky, nevermore) act i » Валентин Берестов - Эшелоны » Владимир Туриянский - Пора домой, на Север дороги пролегли... » Владимир Высоцкий - Песня солдата » Витас - В шортиках » Виктор Беседин - У барда стих отточен тонко... » Витас - Херрург » Вадим Егоров - Больничный романс » Владимир Высоцкий - Нет рядом никого, как ни дыши » Василий Солкин - Максималист » Владимир Высоцкий - Мог бы быть я при теще, при тесте... » Владимир Ланцберг - Алые паруса-1 » Витас - Мечты » Виктор Петлюра - Ленка » Вадим Егоров - Посвящение Г.Брискману, выкарабкавшемуся из инфаркта » Валерий Ободзинский - Girl » Виктор Калина - Ты мне снишься » Владимир Моров - В лаже » Владимир Высоцкий - У тебя глаза как нож » Восток - До встречи » Валерий Миляев - Cено |
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