Funeral Circle Black Colossus
In an ancient temple of Set
Awoke an enchanter of Stygia
He mustered vicious marauders
To grasp Hyboria in his hands!
One princess cries aloud
Heeding Mitra's words
The call to fight
The Black Colossus!
Forces amass outside the Stygian temple
One nation lead by a barbarian!
A wicked fog descends upon the hosts
A warning of the veiled one!
"The Black Colossus comes forth!"
Infantry scorched by sorcery
The blood of soldiers paints the sand!
Mitra's divine war prophesy:
Into battle, men at arms clash!
Barbaric might against sorcery
A final battle in the temple
Conan cuts down the magician
Slain by northern steel
