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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 |
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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 |
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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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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
