Quenched in a mound of snow  Double edged slayer of steel  Brazen skulls of sacred Elks  Horned cross guards, leather wrapped hilt  Metal masters  Ancient bladesmiths  Stole the secrets  Giants beheld  Realms of legend  Where the ice dwells  There was crafted  Mighty father's sword    Oh, Suffer no guilt,  Ye who wield this in the name of Crom!    Gleaming kingdoms he commands  Roaring lions on his banners  Savage pleasures, burning pain  But always there remained  The discipline of steel!    Gladiator,  Seaside raider  Mercenary,  Thief and killer  Sworn to tread  Hyborian empires  Under the heels  Of his sandaled feet    Oh, Suffer no guilt,  Ye who wield this in the name of Crom!    Kneel to the sword of Crom!    Oh, Suffer no guilt,  Ye who wield this in the name of Crom!  Suffer no guilt, he who wields thee  In the name of Crom!