In their lands they march in steel and glitter
p'on their scales and silk the sun lies golden
under moon we wear the hide of wolves
in our hearts are the kings that beat the primal drum
In their lands they ride brown steeds so gallant
on their shields beset with sparkling jewels
down below we fight with foot in the dirt
in our hearts are kings that sound the ancient horn
In their lands
lions lay counting their treasure
every knight, crowned with golden crests
in the fens we race the heathen stallions
for our hearts hold the riches of the highest towers
Original poem: (c) Robert E Howard
The men of the East are decked in steel,
They march with a trumpet's din,
They glitter with silks and golden scales,
And high kings boast their kin-
We of the West wear the hides of wolves,
But our hearts are steel within.
They of the East ride gallent steeds,
Their spears are long and brown;
Their sheilds are set with sparkling stones
And each knight wears a crown-
We fight on foot as out forebears fought,
And we drag the rider down.
We race the steed of the Saxon knight
Across the naked fen-
They of the East are full of pride,
Cubs of the Lion's den.
They boast they breed a race of kings-
But we of the West breed Men.
