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 bones clean...
sweet the kiss of cold steel.

THE OF BATTLE...

THE
Bright swords by nine king's blood,
The elf-witch weaves upon us,
Neath the wolf-moon's gaze we shall our steel!

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

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

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

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

THE VOW:
By all the gods...
I swear the ireful edge of steel
shall meet all who stand against me!
My awaits...
I shall carve my path in carnage, and inscribe my
upon the scrolls of legendry in the spilled blood of kings!

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

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