[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...