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

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

THE ORACLE OF
The crows will pick bones clean...
Never sweet the kiss of steel.

THE OF BATTLE...

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

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

THE SHAMAN'S
Three aligned to assauge thine newborn cries,
Foretold, the hilt of Red-Tooth awaits thine
(kingdoms shall fall thee!),
And in the Nine Scrolls death prophesized.

THE
The of battle beckons me...
crackles with searing spectral energy.
Aye, emperors and kings shall perish my blade!
The of the Eastern Chieftan adorns my spear...
I've a to usurp! Into the thick of the fray!

THE SHAMAN'S
This heart 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 VOW:
By all the gods...
I swear the ireful edge of steel
shall meet all who dare against me!
My awaits...
I shall carve my in carnage, and inscribe my saga
upon the of legendry in the spilled blood of slaughtered kings!

THE ORACLE OF
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 war-bands
as a of battle...