Among the Frozen Wastes of Cimmeria

Among the Frozen Wastes of Cimmeria lyrics

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Beneath black crags wrapped deep in snow Where iron winds through nightfields roared The Cimmerians barred their heavy doors With timber beams and rusted boards Bear pelts hung thick from rafters charred By smoke from hearthfires burning low While frost-snouted hounds beside the walls Slept curled beneath the drifting snow The women scraped the heavy hides With ash and salt and boiling grease While kettles hissed with boar-fat black Through endless nights that gave no peace O savage Cimmeria of cursed stone Of wolf-cry, frost and bitter sky Your fires burned through ages old Where nameless kings were born to die O dread Cimmeria of storm and hail Of iron nights and forests pale Your warriors slept beside their blades Beneath the mountain bleak and pale Through shattered vales of ice and shale The axes beat from dawn till dusk And bearded woodsmen split the firs Through frozen pine and cedar husk The smiths hammered broad black blades In roaring halls of soot and flame While anvils thundered through the waste Like wrath no living tongue could name Far through the blizzard hunters came From northern cliffs and glacial scars Dragging antlered beasts immense Stiff beneath the frozen stars O savage Cimmeria of cursed stone Of wolf-cry, frost and bitter sky Your fires burned through ages old Where nameless kings were born to die O dread Cimmeria of storm and hail Of iron nights and forests pale Your warriors slept beside their blades Beneath the mountain bleak and pale And when the blood-red dusk descended Across the peaks of ancient granite The elders spoke of slaughtered clans While mead rose dark in horns beside them Thus lived grim Cimmeria then With neither throne nor crown of gold But granite-hearted mountain men And endless winters harsh and cold O savage Cimmeria of cursed stone Of wolf-cry, frost and bitter sky Your fires burned through ages old Where nameless kings were born to die O dread Cimmeria of storm and hail Of iron nights and forests pale Your warriors slept beside their blades Beneath the mountain bleak and pale