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