The cold wind 's whispering a story
a tale of battles, blood and glory
of a brave warrior chosen to be king
and the new era he was meant to bring
Dressed in mountain lions skin
noble to his friends, loyal to his kin
Tyrants and sorcerers fell to his sword
savior of the weak, terror of every lord
The son of winter, the child of darkened lands
the one to hold the scepter in his hands
He roamed the steppe on the back of a horse
he conquered the seas a corsair with two oars
He finally sat upon his throne of gold
a ruler just, respected and bold
His enemies were kept at bay
a reign of peace until his final day
Hear my friends the tale of a barbarian
known to this day as a proud Cimmerian
who wore the royals' golden ring
but remained the child of mists and mountains
...even as a king
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