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Reaver
Vanquisher
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He rides
With his Sword in his hand
Fearless
Into the thundering waste
Stand back!
Like a thunderbolt he strikes
Death
Among the steel and the spikes
Savage
He
Is unconquered and wild
Flames
Burn in his eyes
Untamed
He heeds no command
He fights
Like no civilized man
A warrior thief, an outlaw
Living by the sword
He has no thought for the morrow
And revels in the fury of war
When the carnage unfolds on unforgiving fields
And barbarism reigns supreme
They call him
Reaver, Slayer, a man of no prayer
Soldier, Captain, a ruler of the battle
The liar tongue will fail
And the sophist guile so frail
When the clashing broadswords sing
A man will rise from barbarian and thief
To ruler of the west, as its great mighty king
Blue flames burn like the fires of hell in the eyes of him alone
Who from shadowed hills under a gloomy sky came to tread the jeweled thrones
He's a traveler in Hyboria, facing men and beasts alike
Steel on his side
Roaring his battle cry
Armed and prepared to strike
Crom
Gave him the power to strive
To slay
For all the rest of his days
His life
Ruled by no God or King
No man
Made him kiss the ring
Usurper
Bloodshed
With his every thundering stroke
By steel
He smites like a hurricane of doom
The earth
Cracks under burnished greaves
His foes on the ground
Trampled like leaves
A warrior thief, an outlaw
Living by the sword
He has no thought for the morrow
And revels in the fury of war
They came from the hills
With their banners up high
Their steel flashed bright
Against the sun
And the valley shook
With a mighty clash
As the battle stormed and thundered away
In a hurricane of spears and clubs
Hundreds of men met their demise
But there one stood
A blacksmith's son
Looking over the field
The battle was won
When the
Carnage unfolds on unforgiving fields
And barbarism reigns supreme
They call him
Reaver, Slayer, a man of no prayer
Soldier, Captain, a ruler of the battle
The liar tongue will fail
And the sophist guile so frail
When the clashing broadswords sing
A man will be a king
A man
A reaver
A king
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