| I have lived a varied life but never gave
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| Quarter to any man, nor been a slave
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| Made many journeys from my homeland
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| Now, across the border of death I stand
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| Lightning strikes!
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| Biting through mist and shadow, Raven’s wings!
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| Beat darkly in the gloom, Grim corpses!
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| Surround him on his iron throne
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| A heavy hand! |
| Hammers down my doom!
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| On Crom’s Mountain!
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| I was a mere boy, when as a man I stood
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| To repel invaders from our land of woods
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| I cleaved many a skull, before my sixteenth year
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| A long and bloody path has brought me here
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| YE SHALL BE JUDGED MORTALS!
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| I grant thee a boon now warrior stand
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| To rejoin the world of men
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| To venture forth in the realm beyond
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| To reap more souls for Mount Crom
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| Your passion be fire, and your will be ice
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| I give you your strength and that will suffice
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| Trust not women, nor wizards, nor gods
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| Never give up, whatever the odds
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| CROM HAS SPOKEN
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| And so, I was born again, born on the battlefield, son of a blacksmith!
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| So Crom did grant my fate to the Steadfast Ones
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| Eternal Lord of Mist
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| To have my name bound in their iron book
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| Was yet to be my heritage
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| I’m Alive! |