Testo di 'Cimmerian Plains Son Of Crom' di Wishdoom

After the fall of atlantis, a new era for men is at hand
The hordes of chaos rise,
By fire and magic conquer the land
The winds of gods blow to cimmeria,
In battle and pain he is forged
Born to prevail on all the
Kingdoms, down to his
Feet they will fall

A pirate, mercenary
And thief, his fame
Grows fast in the east
Terror strikes upon the
Vision of flowing blood
Of warriors and beasts

Face the world, raise the sword
For this is the right time to read through the signs
As never been before
This blood painted day, black clouds will smother the skies
Face the world, raise the sword
For this is the right time to read through the signs
As never been before
This blood painted day, black clouds will smother the skies
For son of crom

Cold are the nights for the tyrants,
The barbarian lord is in their fields
The time soon will come for aquilonia,
Its fate has been sealed
Behold the beast into the man,
Behold the man to be the king
For ages, tales they will remember,
For ages, tales they will sing!

Face the world, raise the sword
For this is the right time to read through the signs
As never been before
This blood painted day, black clouds will smother the skies
Fear the blade of my sword
For this is the right time to fight side by side
As never did before
This glorious day, black clouds will smother skies
For son of crom