The warhorses neighed restlessly, the wounded warriors' indomitable will, all of it was so vividly picturesque.
What was originally a symphony, the Soviet march, was perfectly replicated on the harp by Jiang Lu's skillful manipulation.
It was all thanks to Dechtire; without him, Jiang Lu would not have thought that, as a stringed instrument, the harp could emit such an array of strange and wonderful sounds through different plucking methods.
And following an intensely heavy prelude that built to a climax, a spirited song suddenly burst forth from Jiang Lu's mouth.
[Our Alster shall chastise the world]
[From Ireland across the Bann River to the distance beyond]
[Everywhere upon the earth shall echo:]
[Alster, whiskey, our fierce hound Cu Chulainn]
[All nations must face this fact]
[Bow deeply with respect and gratitude!]
[To our most, most powerful Alster!]
[Long live!! Long live!!]...
