| He left the northern hills to seek his fortune
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| A lone Barbarian with only death lust to guide
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| But he carved a kingdom of stone
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| King Conan, sitting on his bloody throne, no
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| His black mane sweeps across his face
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| Grim and silent with steely blue gaze
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| Like a panther ready to strike
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| His blade crashes down to end your life, no
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| Conan rules with an iron fist
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| Many people, they look up to him
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| Battle prowess, a true measure of a man
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| You think you’re civilized but you will never understand
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| Master swordsman of Hyborian Age
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| His name is a legend to this very day
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| Even gods cower when his sword is unleashed
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| Nothing dare face him, neither man or beast, no
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| Cut a bloody swathe across his battlefield
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| Red mist rising, break your human shield
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| Slashed to pieces is to be your fate
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| Unleash berserker rage no-one shall escape, no
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| Conan rules with an iron fist
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| Many people, they look up to him
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| Battle prowess the true nature of a man
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| You think you’re civilized but you will never understand
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| You think you’re civilized but you will never understand
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| You think you’re civilized but you will never understand
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| You think you’re civilized but you will never understand
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| You think you’re civilized but you will never understand
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| You think you’re civilized but you will never understand
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| You think you’re civilized but you will never understand
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| You will never understand |