Highland Tyrant Attack
Absu Lyrics

You will hear my commands when cries never fade!
I demand unwavering obedience and will not tolerate disobedience.

I grasp my pole-ax in hand with stock, steel, and mace!
I wield a powerful weapon and am prepared for battle with all types of adversaries.

I clutch the soulless winds that stir the Ginder trees!
I draw upon the strength of nature and the elements to aid me in my conquest.

I extol beneath a wrathful, yet a constant lunar eye!
I celebrate and find power in the moon's presence, despite its intimidating, fierce appearance.

The last clash will crown one son to the Pictish throne.
The final battle will determine who will be the victorious and rightful ruler of the Pictish people.

"My father's the king!" cries this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed.
This tyrant is intent on violence and asserts his father's power as the king to justify his actions.

Three flags will fly between the Esk and Dee rivers.
In this battle, there will be three distinct factions represented by their respective flags.

"The triumph's my king!" screams this baron son, devised for war.
This baron son eagerly seeks victory for his king at any cost and is intimately involved in the plans for this war.

Follow the tracks of this mailed horseman (geared with pole-ax in his hand).
This warrior is equipped for battle and can be identified by the tracks he leaves while on his horse.

The blades from Balkan Hills are sharpened (cut for slaying and whetted to fight).
The weapons from Balkan Hills are well-honed and ready for deadly combat.

The child has proven his gallantry (he shall not abuse Teutonic codes).
This young warrior has demonstrated great courage and is expected to fight honorably and within the rules of combat.

He's spiked and sent forth in a frenzy (their king sits at his table).
This warrior has been sent into battle with great force and energy, while his king remains protected and removed from the danger.

"Far free of these castle walls, I thought I heard your scream!"
While outside of the castle walls, I thought I heard something like a cry for help.

This Is The Highland Tyrant Attack!
The war being waged is known as the Highland Tyrant Attack.

They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
Those who are weak or vulnerable to attack are destroyed according to the Celtic law of tanistry.

Highland Tyrant Attack!
A rallying cry for the ongoing war and the powerful force behind it.

The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies.
The rank of cnihthad is responsible for the brutal attacks on their enemies.

Garters on their left arms are fastened for chivalry.
These warriors wear garters on their left arms as a symbol of their commitment to the code of chivalry.

All of the vanquished battalions are thrown into the corries.
After the battles, all defeated enemy armies are discarded into the corries.

Our flags have soared O'er the Esk and Dee rivers!
Our triumphant banners now fly gracefully over the Esk and Dee rivers, signifying our recent victory in battle.

"We, the cnihts, are crowned for tier and not our lies!"
As cnihthads, we have risen to our current status through our relentless tenacity and willingness to fight ferociously.

"Horse and Hattock took us back to the realm of Balkan Hills!"
We have returned to the Balkan Hills region riding horses and using shields for protection.

"We, the cnihts, have formed the lines, before the rites!"
We, as the cnihthad warriors, have established our lines of defense before the religious ceremonies.

"We'el pursue to spit on their pledge and curse them, as the light breaks!"
As the daylight begins to emerge, we will continue our pursuit and humiliate and curse our enemies.

"...But is our king still sitting at his table?"
Despite our hard work and dedication to this war, our king remains safe and comfortable, removed from the danger and intensity of the battles.