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