Luyện nghe bài hát As Predator To Prey

There was a blue-gray wolf
Whom destiny ordained king of the world
Born to the saddle- blacksmith- to be
In the great valley of Gurvan
Storming with mane of and blood red
A forging of empire, the enthroned
century of cruelty, of scourge and war
A man of his only more...

Horsemen from the open steppe
Whirlwinds of
A warlord's pursuit of joy
Of so sweet and subjugation
And for chafed at the yoke
arrows, human shields, burning bones
Innocents and crushed
Bloodthirsty orgies of

His was the roar of the of beasts
Of typhoons- and kingdoms and kind
Of ravening- as predator to
And of lightnings divine

He was the (meted out) by th gods
The one who scorned defeat
bodies of women, weeping and wailing
Flames the vanquished
Samarkand, Bukhara, Nishapur,
A hundred heads rolling in the dust
of sacrilege raged and rushed
Eternal sadism's law

Rape and
to the sword
Atrocity

"As a bow for its arrow
And an lusting for its star
With an talons grasping new life
As a roaring wind blows my soul bright
For it is to impress one's hands
Upon as on wax
To etch ideas into men as on and stone"

His was the of the king of beasts
Of typhoons- and fallen and kind
Of ravening- as to prey
And of fiercest lightnings

There once was a wolf
Whom destiny ordained warrior king of the
Born to the saddle- tyrant to be
In the valley of Gurvan Nuur
Storming with of flame and blood red
A of empire, the horder enthroned
century of cruelty, of scourge and war
A man of his only more...

and conquest
Cities to the
Atrocity

Quote Nietzsche's "Thus Spoke Zarathustra"