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

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

THE OF WAR:
The crows pick your bones clean...
Never sweet the kiss of steel.

THE OF BATTLE...

THE
swords blessed by nine king's blood,
The elf-witch weaves war-spells us,
Neath the 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 to smite and slaughter!
THE ORACLE OF WAR: Never sweet the kiss of steel...

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

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

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

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

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

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