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THE GODODDIN: CONAN by ANEIRIN

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First Line: CONAN'S NAME, MY LAY, REHEARSE
Last Line: THE CRIMSON HARVEST OF THE FOE.
CONAN's name, my lay, rehearse,
Build to him the lofty verse,
Sacred tribute of the bard,
Verse, the hero's sole reward.
As the flame's devouring force;
As the whirlwind in its course;
As the thunder's fiery stroke,
Glancing on the shiver'd oak;
Did the sword of Conan mow
The crimson harvest of the foe.



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