Looking for snakes?
They live in the Tower of the Serpent.
Said to have riches without end
and the greatest jewel of all. . .
. . .the Eye of the Serpent.
Chew it slowly. lt's the good stuff.
-You are not a guard.
-Neither are you.
We're thieves like yourself.
-Come to climb the tower.
-You don't even have a rope.
Two fools who laugh at death.
Do you know what horrors
lie beyond that wall?
No.
Then you go first.
-What could smell so bad?
-Do you want to live forever?
That one is the high priest,
second only to Thulsa Doom.
They say Thulsa Doom's
1 000 years old.
l'll see what's here. Look below.
Kill them!
Do you want to live forever?
All manner of pleasures
and diversions were indulged.
Wealth can be wonderful.
But you know, success can
test one's mettle...
...as surely as
the strongest adversary.
They were 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 requested.
l thought there were three.
Our companion died in the gardens.
Lions ate him.
Lions ate him?
The lions ate him!
You know what you've done?
Rexor himself has come before me,
threatened me, the king.
What daring! What outrageousness!
What insolence! What arrogance!
l salute you.
Thulsa Doom. l've chafed for years
at this demi-god.
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 guards. And what are you?
Thieves!
You 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.
ls 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 l couldn't 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. There's 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 hell with Thulsa Doom.
He's evil.
A sorcerer who can summon demons.
His followers' only purpose
is to die in his service.
Thousands of them.
This Mountain of Power where he lives
is said to be impregnable.
l have talked to Subotai
and he agrees.
Let's take what we have
while we live.
l have never had so much as now.
All my life l've been alone.
Many times l've faced my death
with no one to know.
l would look into tents
of others in the dark. . .
. . .and l would see figures
holding each other.
But l always passed by.
You and l, we have warmth.
That's so hard to find in this world.
Please. Let someone else pass by
in the night.
Let's take the world by the throat,
and get 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.
Hey!
l'm a wizard, mind you.
This place is kept by powerful gods
and spirits of kings.
Harm my flesh and you will have
to kill the dead.
Can you summon demons?
Yes!
l strike at you.
l summon demons more ferocious
than all in hell!
Mounds have been here since the time
of the Titans.
Kings buried in them, great kings.
Domains once glittered like
the light on the windy sea.
Fire won't burn there. No fire at all.
That's why l live down here
in the wind.
You care for these places?
l sing to them,
on