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 slaughter! 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.

Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/rW8THE 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...

Lyrics: Byron Music: Jonny Maudling