Sword of Crom

Quenched in a mound of snow

Double edged slayer of steel

Brazen skulls of sacred Elks

Horned cross guards, leather wrapped hilt

Metal masters

Ancient bladesmiths

Stole the secrets

Giants beheld

Realms of legend

Where the ice dwells

There was crafted

Mighty father's sword

Oh, Suffer no guilt,

Ye who wield this in the name of Crom!

Gleaming kingdoms he commands

Roaring lions on his banners

Savage pleasures, burning pain

But always there remained

The discipline of steel!

Gladiator,

Seaside raider

Mercenary,

Thief and killer

Sworn to tread

Hyborian empires

Under the heels

Of his sandaled feet

Oh, Suffer no guilt,

Ye who wield this in the name of Crom!

Kneel to the sword of Crom!

Oh, Suffer no guilt,

Ye who wield this in the name of Crom!

Suffer no guilt, he who wields thee

In the name of Crom!