Crom's Mountain - Arkham Witch

I have lived a varied life but never gave

Quarter to any man, nor been a slave

Made many journeys from my homeland

Now, across the border of death I stand

Lightning strikes!

Biting through mist and shadow, Raven’s wings!

Beat darkly in the gloom, Grim corpses!

Surround him on his iron throne

A heavy hand!

Hammers down my doom!

On Crom’s Mountain!

I was a mere boy, when as a man I stood

To repel invaders from our land of woods

I cleaved many a skull, before my sixteenth year

A long and bloody path has brought me here

YE SHALL BE JUDGED MORTALS!

I grant thee a boon now warrior stand

To rejoin the world of men

To venture forth in the realm beyond

To reap more souls for Mount Crom

Your passion be fire, and your will be ice

I give you your strength and that will suffice

Trust not women, nor wizards, nor gods

Never give up, whatever the odds

CROM HAS SPOKEN

And so, I was born again, born on the battlefield, son of a blacksmith!

So Crom did grant my fate to the Steadfast Ones

Eternal Lord of Mist

To have my name bound in their iron book

Was yet to be my heritage

I’m Alive!