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 pick your clean...
sweet the kiss of cold steel.

THE OF BATTLE...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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