Luyện nghe bài hát Naked Steel (the Warrior's Saga)

Legends into the ancient stone dolmens on the Dark Moors...

THE OF WAR:
The will pick your bones clean...
Never the kiss of cold steel.

THE OF BATTLE...

THE
Bright swords blessed by nine blood,
The elf-witch weaves war-spells us,
Neath the gaze we shall slake our steel!

THE Battle Magic empowers my thews!
THE ORACLE OF WAR: The crows will your bones clean...
THE WARRIOR: Red-Tooth thirsts to and slaughter!
THE ORACLE OF WAR: Never sweet the of cold steel...

THE DECREE:
Three aligned to assauge thine newborn cries,
Foretold, the hilt of awaits thine hand
(kingdoms fall before thee!),
And in the Nine Scrolls thine prophesized.

THE
The clarion of battle me...
Red-Tooth crackles with spectral energy.
Aye, and kings shall perish beneath my blade!
The head of the Chieftan adorns my spear...
a throne to usurp! Into the thick of the fray!

THE SHAMAN'S
heart that pounds like a hammer,
This heart that so strong,
This heart pumps a great warrior's blood,
This will pound for half as long.

THE WARRIOR'S
By all the gods...
I swear the ireful edge of steel
shall all who dare stand against me!
My awaits...
I carve my path in carnage, and inscribe my saga
upon the scrolls of legendry in the blood of slaughtered kings!

THE OF WAR:
Carnage! And the shall feast upon the eyes of the slain!

The dolmen of the Dark Moors is mysteriously missing,
believed removed thousands of years ago by troll
as a of battle...