Testo: Cauldron Born. God Of Metal. In Fate's Eye A King.

Born on the battlefield, heat of the melee during a Vanir raid
Before he had lived to see fifteen snows his name by council fires was praised
Intent to colonize southern Cimmeria, Aquilonia built Venarium
Out of the northern hills swept Cimmerian steel, tasting Aquilonian blood

In true berserker form he fought on and on beside his Cimmerian kin
The Aquilonians driven back across their frontier
He returned for awhile to his tribe

In vague dreams of conquest and kingdom do you wonder what they mean
Distant voices forever calling