Cimmerian from Metal Trauma by Terror Cross

What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?
I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.
The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;
Rush in and die, dogs - I was a man before I was a king!

For no one in this world you can trust
Not women, not men, not beasts
For the secret of steel all men lust
This you can trust

Gleaming shell of an outworn lie; fable of Right divine-
You gained your crowns by heritage, but Blood was the price of mine.
The throne that I won by blood and sweat, by Crom, I will not sell
For promise of valleys filled with gold, or threat of the Halls of Hell!

• Metal
• black
• evil
• punk
• thrash
• Helsinki