The Death-Song of Conan the Cimmerian
“But it was a merry throng Rode at my side with jest and song Under an empty sky. I've heard fat, cunning priestlings tell How damned souls writhe and moan: That paradise they can buy and sell For gold and gold alone: To the flames with scripture and priest as well I'll stride down the scarlet throat of hell And dice for the Devil's throne! I faced life boldly and unafraid Should I flinch as Death draws near? Life's but a game Death and I have played Many a wearisome year: Hai!
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