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 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 yourself.
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.
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've faced my death
with no one to know.
I would look into tents
of others in the dark...
...and I would see figures
holding each other.
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'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!
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 kill the dead.
Can you summon demons?
Yes! I strike at you!
I 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 I live down here
in the wind.
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 here?
Flowers?
Flowers.
You're not a pilgrim, are you?
Oil the sword and feed the horse.
Have you ever ridden
one of those before?
No!
Warrior, what are the flowers for?
For a girl.
- Where are you going, brother?
- I'm afraid.
Afraid to bare yourself? Why?
You're so big and well-grown.
You should be proud of your body.
How can you reach emptiness
without knowing your own body?
Could we talk over there
where the others cannot see?
Why, yes, brother. Of course.
I'm afraid and I'm shy.
Is this your robe, your priest's robe?
Yes, it's all I have.
Good.
That's all you'll ever need.
What do you see?
Infinity.
Good.
I see you.
I have watched you.
For 1000 years
I have watched you.
Who among you still fears death?
Who will not face emptiness?
Infidel!
I wish to speak to you now.
Where is the Eye of the Serpent?
Rexor says that you gave it to a girl.
Probably for a mere
night's pleasure?
What a loss.
People have no grasp of what they do.
You broke into my house,
stole my property...
...murdered my servants and my pets.
And that is what grieves me the most.
You killed my snake.
Thorgrim is beside himself with grief.
He raised that snake
from the time it was born.
You killed my mother. You killed my
father. You killed my people!
You took my father's sword.
Ah! Must have been when I was younger.
There was a time, boy,
when I searched for steel.
When steel meant more to me
than