Naked Steel (the Warrior's Saga) Lyrics - Battle Magic - Bal-sagoth

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: 

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: 

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...