Prologue / Anvil of Crom - From "Conan the Barbarian"

Between the time
When the oceans drank Atlantis
And the rise of the sons of Aryas
There was an age undreamed of
And onto this, Conan
Destined to wear the jeweled crown
Of Aquilonia upon a troubled brow
It is I, his chronicler
Who alone can tell thee of his saga
Let me tell you of the days of high adventure!



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Writer(s): Basil Konstantine Poledouris
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