Crom

Heavy the crown
 Weakened and lost
 Secret of steel
 Fear he can't feel
 Born from the age
 Sworn to the blade
 Sit upon the mountain top
 Judging all that's mortal
 Howling thunder from the east
 Thrust the sword, not man nor beast
 Crom
 Sit upon the mountain top
 Judging all that's mortal
 Howling thunder from the east
 Thrust the sword, not man nor beast
 Crom
 Life and death - the same
 Conquering barbarian tribes
 Sends you to your doom!
 Under the sun, nowhere to run
 No one to trust, you are alone
 Life and death - the same
 Life and death - the same
 What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the life?
 I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky
 The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing
 Rush in and die, dogs - I was a man before I was a king
 Gleaming shell of an outworn lie; fable of right divine
 You gained your crowns by heritage, but blood was the price of mine
 The throne that I won by blood and sweat by crom
 I will not sell for promise of valleys filled with gold or threat of the halls of hell!