βThe Last Riddleβ (A Myth of Steel and Heart) βΈ» [PROLOGUE - THE CHRONICLER | spoken ] [Low, ancient, male voice β distant, echoing | faint drums, slow, soft] Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis and the rise of the sons of Arias There was an age undreamed of and onto this, Conan, Destined to bear the Jeweled crown of Aquilonia, upon a troubled brow, It is I, his chronicler who alone can tell thee of his saga. Let me tell you of the days of HIGHβ Adventure.... When Conan had become King, by his own hand. And found something stronger than Steel. [Solo Intro | Horns of classical warrior chants with drums swelling into a long epic wordless tail as an army races across an Ancient land] [Solo continues as the Symphony Orchestra tells a tale of an age long since forgot] [solo | a march of madness | drums, horns, guitar | Men on horse attack and burn villages] [Solo | Dark, imposing, hunting, | cello, bass,| An army of evil crosses the land] [solo continues | violin, | hope, Heroic swell, good arrives ] [Solo | clash of styles, | A battle of good and evil] [Outro solo | Horns, harp, strings, | as the song comes to a climax] [solo | fades off with drums and a glorious end] [pause | music becomes soft, low, smooth] [Narration returns | Spoken slow ] And so it was... Conan, The barbarian, the destroyer, The King to be, Would find something stronger than steel, A last Riddle of his life... But that is another story... [Solo | Music returns | Final hook | Heroic swell]
