Hail Cimmerian Son, Lord and Master by inner right! Armed with the Sacred Tree's Bough Marked as kin of the Gods The warriors invoke you, as you Crom invoked AND THE WARRIORS INVOKE YOU - AS YOU CROM INVOKED Mighty and Superior! The four winds flee before your fury Titans and Giant hail you as King The shadow of the axe and the sword precede you always And the warriors invoke you - as you Crom invoked Blades dance and thunder crashes The sign of your strength and anger And the burning heart... grows ashen...
Wine, women, and riches lay at your feet But beneath you As even Gods die and fade away Is there only my anger, my vengeance, still striving? Curse the sun and the light of day! Only a dark and iron age awaits us - By all ways, let it come! To see still a true son of power - Let fall the Celestial One! HAIL THE IRON! HAIL THE FIRE! Burn these baubles and trappings Of pleasures, I now take none I immerse myself in burning Now hail the terrible Sun!