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My land is a dark and cold place
Where the wolves cross the mountains
In the middle of snow
Crom is our god and he gives us
The mighty and the power
To handle our swords

My father’s gift is a great sword of steel
And he teaches me:
The sword is your soul

Cimmeria is the land of the darkness
And eternal night
Is my beloved land

Remember the forests in the cold of the hills
Where Crom keeps in secret the riddle of steel
Desolation and sadness cover all the land
And these feelings remain held in the north of men's heart
Cimmeria
Cimmeria
Cimmeria
Cimmeria

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