Conan, The King
Astrikos Katoikos
When Xaltotun's black star had perished
And midnight loosed its iron reign
The towers watched in breathless silence
Ashamed to speak the tyrant's name
The marble halls of Aquilonia
Still breathed of blood and ancient wine
The Dragon Throne outlived its masters
Awaiting one of sterner steel
No priest bestowed the sacred blessing
No herald raised the victor's cry
The naked sword proclaimed the monarch
The wolf had come to rule, not die
Black banners crowned the ancient ramparts
Bronze trumpets split the frozen air
Old kingdoms bowed like storm-struck cedars
The Lion claimed the ancient throne
Not born a king
The steel decreed
Not crowned by blood
But by the deed
The Lion Throne
The northern flame
The world remembers
Conan's name
The jeweled crown weighed less than battle
Its gold was colder than the snow
He bore a kingdom on his shoulders
Yet kept the Cimmerian soul
The haunted vaults were sealed forever
Forgotten gods returned to dust
The age of dark sorcery ended
Before one warrior's will and trust
The Phoenix blazed above Aquilonia
Its scarlet wings consumed the sky
Old empires broke like mountain stone
Only the fearless never die
Not born a king
The steel decreed
Not crowned by blood
But by the deed
The Lion Throne
The northern flame
The world remembers
Conan's name
Beside him strode brave Zenobia
Unbroken through the years of war
No throne stood stronger than two souls
Who shared one crown forevermore
When every bard has lost remembrance
And oceans claim each fallen wall
The stones of old Aquilonia
Will speak one name beyond them all
Here ruled the last true king
Conan of Cimmeria
Conan the king
Conan the king