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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Naked Steel (The Warrior's Saga)”

• [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. [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...

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