The Hour of the Dragon (Conan the Conqueror)

The Dragon Banner flies Over men, doomed to die Brought down in roiling pain The king is brought in chains To the dungeon 'neath the moon Where the beast prowls the gloom Looking for a feast of flesh He'll get a dagger in his chest The lion stalks the doom that walks An ancient curse, a holocaust From the tomb of Xaltotun Comes the source of all man's doom Ancient throne of Acheron Bloody crown of the Aquilon Conan comes with sword in hand To clutch the heart of Ahriman Blood of the holy serpent Spilled before the temple steps Fled from the cold embrace of Ancient priestess' undead flesh Slew all who blocked your path To keep you from the blood-red jewel The bane of horrid power Acheron, the kingdom cruel The lion stalks the doom that walks An ancient curse, a holocaust From the tomb of Xaltotun Comes the source of all man's doom Ancient throne of Acheron Bloody crown of the Aquilon Conan comes with sword in hand To clutch the heart of Ahriman