He left the northern hills to seek his fortune A lone Barbarian with only death lust to guide But he carved a kingdom of stone King Conan, sitting on his bloody throne
His black mane sweeps across his face Grim and silent with steely blue gaze Like a panther ready to strike His blade crashes down to end your life
Master swordsman of Hyborian Age His name is a 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 his battlefield Red mist rising, break your human shield Slashed to pieces is to be your fate Unleash berserker rage no-one shall escape
