Cimmerian, son of Crom Last one standing of a noble race Free barbarian that knows no master Trust the sword as his only faith
Way of the barbarian Way of the barbarian
He has no gods to worship No maid to comfort on his arms Like the wolf who licks his wounds Feelings gone ripped from his heart
Way of the barbarian Way of the barbarian
Oh the path isn't always clear Learnt to change not the past Nothing gained without pain A bright future will rise at last
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