naked steel the warrior´s saga þarký sözü

legends etched into the ancient stone dolmens on the dark moors...

the oracle of war: the crows will pick your bones clean...
never sweet the kiss of cold steel.

the exultation of battle...

the warrior:
blades aflame with witch-fire burning,
bright swords blessed by nine king´s blood,
the elf-witch weaves war-spells upon us,
neath the wolf-moon´s gaze we shall slake our steel!

the warrior: battle magic empowers my thews!
the oracle of war: the crows will pick your bones clean...
the warrior: red-tooth thirsts to smite and slaugther!
the oracle of war: never sweet the kiss of cold steel...

the shaman´s decree:
born beneath the thrice-cursed cromlech (destined for deeds of greatness),
three stars aligned to assauge thine newborn cries,
foretold, the hilt of red-tooth awaits thine hand (kingdoms shall fall before thee!),
and in the nine scrolls thine death prophesized.

the warrior:
the clarion of battle beckons me... red-tooth crackles with searing spectral energy. aye, emperors and kings shall perish beneath my blade! the head of the eastern chieftan adorns my spear... i´ve a throne to usurp! into the thick of the fray!

the shaman´s decree:
this heart that pounds like a hammer,
this heart that pounds so strong,
this heart that pumps a great warrior´s blood,
this heart will pound for half as long.

the warrior´s vow:
by all the gods... i swear the ireful edge of dwarf-forged steel shall meet all who dare stand against me! my destiny awaits... i shall carve my path in carnage, and inscribe my saga upon the scrolls of legendry in the spilled blood of slaughtered kings!

the oracle of war: carnage! and the crows shall feast upon the eyes of the slain!

the final dolmen of the dark moors is mysteriously missing, believed removed thousands of years ago by troll war-bands as a trophy of battle...