High on his mountain he sits and he ponders
Storms and disaster to cast on the world

His heart is black and his sword is invincible
Seldom his name is called forth by his sons

Try if you dare but I warn you, you'll never return
Run if you can but you're never faster than the storm
No point at begging for mercy to a pitiless God
Only the bravest have seen
The mountain of crom

Too late to pray, for the blade of your enemy's
Drinking your blood and your mind starts to fade

Before his throne you will crawl and he'll ask you
"What is the secret of steel?", do not fail!

The gates of his kingdom are open, you enter and fall
Into the black realms of winter where silence is strong
No point at begging for mercy to a pitiless God
Only the bravest have seen
The mountain of crom

Try if you dare but I warn you, you'll never return
Run if you can but you're never faster than the storm
No point at begging for mercy to a pitiless God
Only the bravest have seen
The mountain of crom