(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...)