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Alone he must live

A myth deformed

In the top of a desolate tower of stone

Unhallowed and far beneath

Darkness looms

In fear of the wizard they drink to their doom

Darkened shrines encased in myth

Revealed to none

At the top of the stairs he moans

The prodigal son

Through the alleys of Maul

Tall tales are told

Pillar of misery with a garden below

A stranger appear

With bronzed skin and black hair

To bold to hold fears he is going up there

Darkened shrines encased in myth

Revealed to none

At the top of the stairs he moans

The prodigal son

He scales the countless steps only to find

The treasure was never there, not even a sign

Into the tower

Out of this world

Trapped in a room

Destiny unheard

Into the tower

This is his world

High above

All secrets learned

The Tower

The Tower

The Tower..

Of The Elephant

Now King Conan takes his throne

He knows the way of life, iron and stone

Wielder of the fiercest blade, secret of steel

Strikes his foes with an iron fist you better believe!