Conan
Face to the storm
Tied to the tangled tree
Chained to the rock
Taste of the screaming sea
Always about to fail
Always about to die
but surviving
Facing the void
Blood in the whistling wind
Crows in the sky
A future of why why why
Always the need to fight
Always about to die
but striving
I am Conan
We are Conan
All the world has become barbarian