Narrator: "Elric stared ahead, never sleeping, rarely moving, his white hand tight upon his sword hilt. Relentlessly, doom -driven, they beat onwards, their oars splashing in unison, their sails bellying taut with a good wind. Onwards they sailed, towards 'Imrryr the Beautiful', to sailed, to rape and plunder the world's oldest city." The wrath of the Young Kingdom is hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
