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...

Life and death - the same...
Conquering barbarian tribes
Sends you to your doom!

Under the sun...
Nowhere to run...
No one to thrust...
You're alone...

Life+death
The same
Life+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!