My land is a dark and cold place Where the wolves cross the mountains In the middle of snow Crom is our god and he gives us The mighty and the power To handle our swords My father’s gift is a great sword of steel And he teaches me: The sword is your soul Cimmeria is the land of the darkness And eternal night Is my beloved land Remember the forests in the cold of the hills Where Crom keeps in secret the riddle of steel Desolation and sadness cover all the land And these feelings remain held in the north of men's heart Cimmeria Cimmeria Cimmeria Cimmeria