He wasn't born a regal
He's clobbered more than Thor
And be aware
That his glare's
Edgy, unforgiving - raised a prisoner of war

Conan the barbarian
I'm a-guessing he's the biggest guy around
Conan the Cimmerian
Best you scurry 'cos you live on overtime
Before his sword comes down
Conan the barbarian

You should look over shoulder
The big guys on your back
No doubt
He's about
To haul ass, swing fists, have you for a snack

Conan the barbarian
Estemating he's the biggest guy around
Conan the Cimmerian
Have you buried since you live on borrowed time

And when his sword comes down
And your life runs out
There's just war and fire
'Til a lake of blood is hammered out

Conan - number one
Conan - make you run
Conan - the barbarian

"Line up, line up, line up, don't be chickens..."

Swords come down
Lifes run out
War and fire
No way out

"He don't seem to be slowing down the strokes, he's not getting older"

Conan the barbarian
I'm a-thinking he's the strongest guy around
Conan the Cimmerian
Say your prayers if your clock was just cleaned out
And knocked down to the ground

'Cos he'll come back around
And he'll find you out
Then there's hell and fire
'Til a pile of gore is left about

Conan - number one
Conan - come on out, he's gone
Conan - you know that he is
Conan - and his name is
Conan - the barbarian

Conan the barbarian
When he sits upon your throne
Your shit's feeling woebegon
Conan the Cimmerian
Conan the barbarian