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

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

THE ORACLE OF
The crows pick your bones clean...
Never the kiss of cold steel.

THE OF BATTLE...

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

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

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

THE
The clarion of battle me...
Red-Tooth crackles searing spectral energy.
Aye, emperors and shall perish 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
This heart pounds like a hammer,
This that pounds so strong,
This heart pumps a great warrior's blood,
heart will pound for half as long.

THE WARRIOR'S
By all the gods...
I swear the ireful of dwarf-forged steel
shall meet all who dare 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 Moors is missing,
believed removed thousands of years ago by war-bands
as a of battle...