"Whoso had seen that shattering of shields,
Whoso had heard those shining hauberks creak,
And heard those shields on iron helmets beat,

Whoso had seen fall down those chevaliers,
And heard men groan, dying upon that field,
Some memory of bitter pains might keep.

That battle is most hard to endure."



"Crom"

Stand on the left

Stand on the right
Inspect the ranks
Get ready for the fight

I stand on the mountain
A cloud against the sky
Rain down a hail of fire and blood, Lord

Burning out your eyes
I am Crom
God of the Strong

Call my name next time you ask why we can't get along

(first bridge)


The battlefield is scattered
With the bodies of the slain

Both sides have fallen
Beneath my deadly rain
I sold you shields

I sold you blades
I roll around in a pile of gold, while
You all dig your graves

I am Crom
God of the Strong
Call my name next time you ask why we can't get along


(second bridge, solo)


I am Crom
God of the Strong
Call my name next time you ask why we can't get along


I am Crom
God of the Strong

Call my name next time you ask why we can't get along

I am Crom

God of the Strong
Call my name next time you ask why we can't get along