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