I am cimmerian, son of the north
Born on the battlefield, nursed
By breast of war
A thief and raider, one day a king
My fate is written with
The blood of enemies

Cimmerian! Cimmerian!
I am cimmerian, fight 'till I
Die
For in this world only the strongest can survive
No gods to trust in or
Kneel before
My might the only gift I had from father crom, ah ah
Ah!

Cimmerian! Cimmerian!
Tales one day will sing of the barbarian
King
I am cimmerian, free as the wind
Civilization will not chain my
Glorious dreams
Come forth ye wicked and meet thy doom!
To your ancestors I
Will send you, feeble fools!