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

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

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

THE OF BATTLE...

THE
swords blessed by nine king's blood,
The elf-witch weaves war-spells us,
Neath the wolf-moon's gaze we 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: Never the kiss of cold steel...

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

THE
The clarion of battle me...
Red-Tooth with searing spectral energy.
Aye, emperors and kings shall beneath my blade!
The head of the Chieftan adorns my spear...
I've a throne to usurp! Into the 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 heart pound for half as long.

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

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

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