taken to the
hall of King Osric the Usurper,
once a powerful Northman
like my lord... 
but now old and sotted. 
These are the thieves
you have requested, Sire.
I thought there were three.
Our companion, he died
in the gardens. Lions ate him.
Lions ate him?
The lions ate him.
Do you know
what you've done?
Why, Rexor himself has come before me,
threatened me, a king!
What daring!
What outrageousness!
What insolence!
What arrogance!
I salute you.
Thulsa Doom. 
I've chafed for years
at this demigod.
Snakes in my beautiful city.
To the west:
Nemedia, Aquilonia.
To the south:
Koth, Stygia, snakes.
Everywhere
these evil towers. 
You alone have stood up
to their gods. 
And what are you?
Thieves!
See this?
They call it the
"Fangs of the Serpent. "
And this one...
was thrust into a father's
heart by his very son.
And my own daughter...
has fallen under this
Thulsa Doom's spell.
Is there a dagger
such as this...
in her hand for me?
She follows him
as a slave,
seeking for the truth
of her soul...
as if I could not
give it to her!
As we speak... 
my daughter travels east...
to Thulsa Doom
and his Mountain of Power.
She is to be his!
Steal my daughter back.
Take all you can carry.
There's more. 
Much more. 
Enough to become
kings yourselves. 
There comes a time,
thief,
when the jewels
cease to sparkle,
when the gold
loses its luster,
when the throne room
becomes a prison,
and all that is left...
is a father's love
for his child.
To the hell fires
with Thulsa Doom.
He's evil, a sorcerer
who can summon demons.
His followers' only purpose
is to die in his service.
There are thousands
of them.
This Mountain of Power where he
lives is said to be impregnable.
I have talked to Subotai
and he agrees.
Let's take what we have
while we live.
I have never had
so much as now.
All my life
I've been alone.
Many times I face my death
with no one to know.
I would look into the huts and the
tents of others in the coldest dark...
and I would see figures
holding each other in the night.
But I always passed by.
You and I...
we have warmth.
That's so hard to find
in this world.
Please, let someone else
pass by in the night.
Let us take the world
by the throat...
and make it give us
what we desire.
The children of Doom. 
Doom's children. 
They told my lord the way
to the Mountain of Power. 
They told him
to throw down his sword... 
and return to the earth. 
Time enough for the earth
in the grave. 
Once great men lived here. 
Giants, gods. 
Once, but long ago. 
It was here
that I met my master. 
It was no accident. 
Nor is it mere chance... 
that I am the teller
of his tale. 
I'm a wizard, mind you.
This place is kept
by powerful gods...
and spirits of kings. 
Harm my flesh, and you will
have to deal with the dead.
Can you summon demons,
wizard?
Yes!
If I strike at you,
I would summon the demon...
more ferocious
than all in hell!
The mounds have been here
since the time of the Titans. 
Kings buried in them.
Great kings.
Domains once glittered
like the light on a windy sea.
Fire won't burn there.
No fire at all.
That's why I live
down here in the wind.
Do you care for these
places? I sing to them.
On nights
when they wish...
I sing of the tales
of battles,
heroes, witches
and women.
Nobody bothers me
down here. 
Not even... Thulsa Doom.
Do flowers grow
around here?
Flowers?
You've not come here
as a pilgrim, have you?
Oil the sword
and feed the horse.
Have you ever ridden
one of those things before?
No!
Warrior!
What are the flowers for?
For a girl.
Where do you think
you're going, brother?
I'm afraid.