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 plus death The same Life plus 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
