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

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

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

THE OF BATTLE...

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

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

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

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

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

THE VOW:
By all the gods...
I swear the ireful edge of steel
shall all who dare stand against me!
My awaits...
I shall carve my path in carnage, and inscribe my
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...