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- - - THE SWORD OF CROM - - -
Upon the steppes of bone he rides
With sword and ax by his side
From his lover’s arm to war
In rage, to conquer the world
Flaming whips of madness
And the succubus caress
Fealty to no man
The holy or the damned
To drink from enemy skulls
A keen edge never dull
Wave of carnage never dies
Now hear his battle cry
I am the sword of Crom
You will fall to the truth
If you intend to fight
Then, the hell with you
In the grip of darkness
Or the jaws of basilisks
Whomever holds the key
To the siren of the trees
I will slay the mighty beast
And take you on your knees
Wave of vengeance and cunning
The bards will always sing
I am the sword of Crom
You will fall to the truth
If you intend to fight
Then, the hell with you
Magic and dragons
Those things he does not fear
But ladies and flagons
And great buckets of beer
Sings with us, his revels
As he goes to war again
I am the sword of Crom
You will fall to the truth
If you intend to fight
Then, the hell with you
I am the sword of Crom
You will fall to the truth
If you intend to fight
Then, the hell with you
Upon the steppes of bone he rides
With sword and ax by his side
From his lover’s arm to war
In rage, to conquer the world
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 20th Jan 2016
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20th Jan 2016 7:51am
"Magic and dragons
Those things he does not fear
But ladies and flagons
And great buckets of beer
Sings with us, he revels
And he goes to war again"
Bad ass!
Those things he does not fear
But ladies and flagons
And great buckets of beer
Sings with us, he revels
And he goes to war again"
Bad ass!
21st Jan 2016 3:04am
Thank you, my brother. I was rocking out to Manowar and felt like writing a pulse pounding, testosterone driven piece myself.
