It was so long ago and far away

I have forgot the name men called me

The axe and spear are like a dream

And hunts and wars are like shadows to me

Oh, soul of mine, born out of shadowed hills

To clouds and winds and ghosts that shun the sun

How many deaths shall serve to break at last this heritage

I search my heart and find Cimmeria

Land of darkness and the night

Only the stillness of that sombre land

The clouds that piled forever on the hills

The dimness of the everlasting woods

And thе lone winds that whispered down thе gloom

Oh, soul of mine, born out of shadowed hills

To clouds and winds and ghosts that shun the sun

How many deaths shall serve to break at last this heritage

I search my heart and find Cimmeria

Land of darkness and the night

The night