Wrath of Crom - Ironsword

We seldom call

For the grim lord of the mound

Or he shall cast upon us Doom and death unbound

If you beseech for aid

Like many did before

Cimmerian’s chief god

Will laugh forevermore

Crom — Wrath of Crom

Crom — Wrath of Crom

The savage gloomy one

Has gifted man at birth

Valour pleases Crom

So honour thee with mirth

Use the strength and courage

Wisely on your way

The fire in your heart

The will and might to slay

Crom — Wrath of Crom

Crom — Wrath of Crom

Before his high throne

One day you shall kneel

A riddle must be solved

The discipline of steel

May the dead depart

With shield, sword and helm

Their souls will wander

In Crom’s grey misty realm

(Repeat chorus)