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

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

THE ORACLE OF
The crows will your bones clean...
Never sweet the of cold steel.

THE OF BATTLE...

THE
Bright swords blessed by king's blood,
The weaves war-spells upon us,
Neath the gaze we shall slake our steel!

THE WARRIOR: Battle Magic my thews!
THE ORACLE OF WAR: The crows will pick bones clean...
THE WARRIOR: thirsts to smite and slaughter!
THE ORACLE OF WAR: sweet the kiss of cold steel...

THE DECREE:
Three stars to assauge thine newborn cries,
Foretold, the of Red-Tooth awaits thine hand
(kingdoms shall before thee!),
And in the Nine Scrolls thine prophesized.

THE
The clarion of beckons me...
crackles with searing spectral energy.
Aye, emperors and shall perish beneath my blade!
The head of the Eastern Chieftan my spear...
a throne to usurp! Into the thick of the fray!

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

THE VOW:
By all the gods...
I swear the edge of dwarf-forged steel
shall meet all who dare against me!
My awaits...
I shall carve my path in carnage, and my saga
upon the scrolls of legendry in the blood of slaughtered kings!

THE ORACLE OF
Carnage! And the crows shall upon the eyes of the slain!

The final dolmen of the Moors is mysteriously missing,
removed thousands of years ago by troll war-bands
as a of battle...