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 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