I have lived a varied life but never gave Quarter to any man, nor been a slave Made many journeys from my homeland Now, across the border of death I stand
Lightning strikes! Biting through mist and shadow, Raven's wings! Beat darkly in the gloom, Grim corpses! Surround him on his iron throne A heavy hand! Hammers down my doom!
On Crom's Mountain!
I was a mere boy, when as a man I stood To repel invaders from our land of woods I cleaved many a skull, before my sixteenth year A long and bloody path has brought me here
YE SHALL BE JUDGED MORTALS!
I grant thee a boon now warrior stand, To rejoin the world of men, To venture forth in the realm beyond, To reap more souls for Mount Crom.
Your passion be fire, and your will be ice I give you your strength and that will suffice Trust not women, nor wizards, nor gods Never give up, whatever the odds
CROM HAS SPOKEN
And so, I was born again, born on the battlefield, son of a blacksmith!
So Crom did grant my fate to the Steadfast Ones Eternal Lord of Mist To have my name bound in their iron book Was yet to be my heritage I'm Alive!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
