Lyrics - Highland Tyrant Attack by Absu

"
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?"

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