He left the northern hills to seek his fortune A lone barbarian with only death lust to guide He carved a kingdom of stone King Conan, sitting on his bloody throne
His black mane sweeps across his face Grim and silent with a steely blue gaze Like a panther ready to strike His blade crashes down to end your life
Conan rules with an iron fist Many people, they look up to him Battle prowess is the measure of a man You think you're civilized, but you will never understand
Master swordsman of Hyborian Age His name is legend to this very day Even gods cower when his sword is unleashed Nothing dare face him, neither man or beast
Cut a bloody swathe across this battlefield Red mist rising, break your human shield Slashed to pieces is to be your fate Unleash berserker rage none shall escape
Conan rules with an iron fist Many people, they look up to him Battle prowess is the measure of a man You think you're civilized, but you'll never understand
You think you're civilized, but you will never understand You think you're civilized, but you will never understand You think you're civilized, but you will never understand You think you're civilized, but you will never understand You think you're civilized, but you will never understand You think you're civilized, but you will never understand You think you're civilized, but you will never understand You'll never understandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
