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Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis

and the rise of the sons of Aryas

there was an age undreamed of

And unto this, Conan

destined to bear 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

Fire and wind come from the sky

from the gods of the sky

But Crom is your god Crom, and he lives in the earth

Once, giants lived in the earth, Conan

And in the darkness of chaos they fooled Crom

and they took from him the enigma of steel

Crom was angered, and the earth shook

And fire and wind struck down these giants

and they threw their bodies into the waters

But in their rage the gods forgot the secret of steel

and left it on the battlefield

And we who found it

are just men

Not gods, not giants

Just men

The secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery

You must learn it, little Conan You must learn its discipline

For no one, no one in this world, can you trust

Not men, not women, not beasts.

This you can trust

Kill that one

Kill them! Crush them!

The ashes were trampled into the earth

and the blood became as snow

Who knows what they came for?

Weapons of steel or murder?

It was never known, for their leader rode to the south

while children went north with the Vanir

No one would ever know that my lord's people had lived at all

His was a tale of sorrow

Sit here

Sit here

He did not care anymore

Life and death

the same

Only that the crowd would be there to greet him

with howls of lust and fury

He began to realize his sense of worth

He mattered.

In time, his victories could not easily be counted

He was taken to the East, a great prize

where the war masters would teach him the deepest secrets

Language and writing were made available

The poetry of Khitai, the philosophy of Sung

And he also came to know the pleasures of women

when he was bred to the finest stock.

But always there remained the discipline of steel.

My fear is that my sons will never understand me

We've won again.

This is good. But what is best in life?

The open steppe

fleet horse

falcons at your wrist and the wind in your hair

Wrong! Conan, what is best in life?

To crush your enemies, see them driven before you

and to hear the lamentation of their women

That is good

Go. Go. You're free

Go

It has been surmised

that perhaps my lord was like a wild animal

that had been kept too long

Perhaps, but whatever

freedom, so long an unremembered dream, was his

Crom

There's warmth and fire.

Do you not wish to warm yourself by my fire?

They said you would come.

From the north, 3 man of great strength.

A conqueror.

A man who would someday be king by his own hand.

One who would crush the snakes of the eart

Snakes? Did you say snakes?

- What is it you seek? - A standard.

A symbol.

Perhaps on a shield.

Two snakes coming together.

Facing each other...

...but they're one.

With-- With a sun and a moon below.

Black sun, black moon.

There's a price, barbarian.

Zamora.

Crossroads of the world.

You will...

...find what you want...

...in Zamora.

[WITCH MOANING]

Crom.

MAN: Food.

Food.

I have not eaten for days.

And who says you will?

Give me food so I have strength when the wolves come.

Let me die not in hunger...

...but in combat.

Who are you?

I am Subotai, thief and archer.

I am Hyrkanian, the great order of Kerlait.

So, what are you doing here?

Dinner for wolves.

What gods do you pray to?

I pray to the four winds.

And you?

To Crom.

But I seldom pray to him.

He doesn't listen.

What good is he, then?

Eh, it's just as I've always said.

He is strong.

If I die, I have to go before him...

...and he will ask me, "What is the riddle of steel?"

If I don't know it, he will cast me out of Valhalla and laugh at me.

That's Crom, strong on his mountain.

- Eh, my god is greater

Crom laughs at your four winds. Laughs from his mountain.

My god is stronger.

He is the everlasting sky.

Your god lives underneath him.

Civilization, ancient and wicked.

Have you ever seen this before?

CONAN: No. Let's waste no time.

It's good.

You have no idea how long it's been there.

SUBOTAI: Stink!

Does it always smell like this? How does the wind ever get in here?

How about two snakes coming together over a black sun?

A magnificent standard.

The only snakes I know of are those of Set, in those cursed towers.

They have spread to every city.

Two, three years ago, it was just another snake cult.

Now, everywhere.

It is said that they are deceivers. They murder people in the night.

I know nothing.

Hey.

Black lotus. Stygian. The best.

This better not be Haga.

MAN: I would sell Haga to a slayer such as you?

- A pittance to protect you from evil. - I am evil. Heh.

They're all sluts.

He's dead already.

CONAN: Can you believe that? Huh?

SUBOTAI: Ah. CONAN: Can you be--?

MAN: You're too big to be a thief.

Come. Let's leave this place.

MAN: You looking for snakes?

They live in the Tower of the Serpent.

Said to have riches without end and the greatest jewel of all...

...the Eye of the Serpent.

Chew it slowly. It's the good stuff.

- You are not a guard. - Neither are you.

SUBOTAI: We're thieves, heh, like yourself.

- Come to climb the tower. - You don't even have a rope.

Two fools who laugh at death.

Do you know what horrors lie beyond that wall?

No.

Then you go first.

- What on earth could smell so bad? - Do you wanna live forever?

That one.

He's the high priest, second only to Thulsa Doom.

They say Thulsa Doom's a thousand years old.

I'll see what's here. Go find out what's below.

Infidel!

Kill them!

Do you wanna live forever?

NARRATOR: AI/ manner of pleasures and diversions were indulged.

Wealth can be wonderful.

[NARRATOR LAUGHS]

But you know, success can test One's mettle...

...as surely as the strongest adversary.

NARRATOR: They were taken to the hall of King Osric, the Usurper.

Once a powerful Northman like my lord...

...but now old and sotted.

These are the thieves you have requested, sire.

I thought there were three.

Uh, our companion, he died in the gardens. Lions ate him.

Lions ate him?

Lions ate him.

You know what you've done?

Why, Rexor himself has come before me, threatened me, the king.

What daring! What outrageousness! What insolence! What arrogance!

I salute you.

Thulsa Doom. I've chafed for years at this demigod.

Snakes in my beautiful city.

To the west, Nemedia, Aquilonia. To the south, Koth, Stygia.

Snakes. Everywhere, these evil towers.

You alone have stood up to their guards. And what are you?

Thieves.

You see this?

They call it the Fangs of the Serpent.

And this one was thrust into a father's heart...

...by his very son.

And my own daughter has fallen under this Thulsa Doom's spell.

Is there a dagger such as this in her hand for me?

She follows him as a slave...

...seeking for the truth of her soul...

...as if I could not give it to her.

As we speak, my daughter travels east...

...to Thulsa Doom and his Mountain of Power.

She is to be his.

Steal my daughter back. Take all you can carry.

There's more. There's much more. Enough to become kings yourselves.

There comes a time, thief, when the jewels cease to sparkle...

...when the gold loses its luster...

...when the throne room becomes a prison...

...and all that is left is a father's love for his child.

To the hellfires with Thulsa Doom. He's evil.

A sorcerer who can summon demons.

His followers' only purpose is to die in his service.

Thousands of them.

This Mountain of Power where he lives is said to be impregnable.

I have talked to Subotai and he agrees.

Let's take what we have while we live.

I have never had so much as now.

All my life, I've been alone.

Many times I've faced my death with no one to know.

I would look into the huts and the tents of others in the coldest dark...

...and I would see figures holding each other in the night.

But I always passed by.

You and I, we have warmth.

That's so hard to find in this world.

Please, let someone else pass by in the night.

Let us take the world by the throat and make it give us what we desire.

The children of Doom. Doom's children.

They told my lord the way to the Mountain of Power.

They told him to throw down his sword and return to the earth.

Time enough for the earth in the grave.

Once, great men lived here. Giants, gods.

Once, but long ago.

It was here that I met my master.

It was no accident...

...nor is it mere chance that I am the teller of his tale.

MAN: Hey!

I'm a wizard, mind you.

This place is kept by powerful gods and spirits of kings.

Harm my flesh and you will have to deal with the dead.

Can you summon demons, wizard?

Yes! I strike at you.

I would summon a demon more ferocious than all in hell.

WIZARD: Mounds have been here since the time of the Titans.

Kings buried in them, great kings.

Domains once glittered like the light on the windy sea.

Fire won't burn there. No fire at all.

That's why I live down here in the wind.

Do you care for these places?

I sing to them on nights when they wish.

I sing of the tales of battles, heroes, witches and women.

Nobody bothers me down here.

Not even Thulsa Doom.

Do flowers grow around here?

Flowers?

Flowers.

You've not come here as a pilgrim, have you?

Oil the sword and feed the horse.

WIZARD: Have you ever ridden one of those things before?

Warrior, what are the flowers for?

For a girl.

Where do you think you're going, brother?

I am afraid.

Afraid to bare yourself? Why?

You're so big and so well grown.

You should be proud of your body.

How do you expect to reach emptiness without knowing your own body?

Could we talk over there...

...where the others cannot see?

Why, yes, brother. Of course.

I am afraid and I am shy.

Is this, uh, your robe?

Priest's robe?

Yes, it's all I have.

That's all you'll ever need.

MAN: Brother.

WOMAN: What do you see?

Uh, infinity.

I see you.

I have watched you.

For a thousand years, I have watched you.

Doom.

Doom.

Doom.

Who among you still fears death?

Who will not face emptiness?

Infidel Infidel

I wish to speak to you now.

Where is the Eye of the Serpent?

Rexor says that you gave it to a girl.

Probably for a mere night's pleasure. Hmm?

What a loss.

People have no grasp of what they do.

You broke into my house, stole my property...

...murdered my servants and my pets.

And that is what grieves me the most.

You killed my snake.

Thorgrim is beside himself with grief.

He raised that snake from the time it was born.

You killed my mother.

You killed my father. You killed my people!

You took my father's sword.

It must have been when I was younger.

There was a time, boy, when I searched for steel.

When steel meant more to me than gold orjewels.

The riddle of steel.

You know what it is, don't you, boy?

Shall I tell you? It's the least I can do.

Steel isn't strong, boy. Flesh is stronger.

Look around you.

There, on the rocks.

That beautiful girl.

Come to me, my child.

That is strength, boy.

That is power.

The strength and power of flesh.

What is steel compared to the hand that wields it?

Look at the strength of your body, the desire in your heart.

I gave you this.

Such a waste.

Contemplate this on the Tree of Woe.

Crucify him.

He said you were a wizard.

Do the gods owe you any favors?

There are dangers, but I see you care little for those.

The spirits of this place extract a heavy toll.

Then I will pay them.

Drink

Sometime soon, perhaps tonight, they'll try to take him.

And if they succeed If they succeed, you'll follow

Stop! Stop

They're gone.

They're gone!

All the gods, they cannot sever us.

If I were dead and you still fighting for life, I'd come back from the darkness...

back from the pit of hell to fight at your side

The old man says the Mountain of Power is hollow.

Thulsa Doom lives in the mountain.

What else does he say?

That in the back of the mountain, there's a gorge

Many caves.

A thief could get in there, steal the princess...

and be off before she's missed in the darkness.

Good thieves could do that, but not vengeful ones.

Only the girl We kill Thulsa Doom another day.

Agreed?

Conan?

So this is paradise.

Princess.

Get them

Come on

Help him.

The infidel defilers

they shall all drown in lakes of blood

Now they will know why they are afraid of the dark.

Now they will learn why they fear the night.

Seek

The wizard. I told him I would pay the gods.

Hold me

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Let me breathe my last breath into your mouth.

I'm so cold.

80 cold.

Keep me...

warm

Keep

me

Hey. Fire won't burn up there. No fire at all.

Why do you cry?

He is Conan, Cimmerian.

He won't cry.

So I cry for him.

He will kill you. He has seen your fires

He will come for me, and when he does, he will kill you.

I remember days like this when my father took me to the forest...

and we ate wild blueberries.

More than 20 years ago.

I was just a boy of 4 or 5.

The leaves were so dark and green then.

The grass smelled sweet with the spring wind.

Almost 20 years of pitiless combat.

No rest, no sleep like other men.

And yet the spring wind blows, Subotai.

Have you ever felt such a wind?

They blow where I live too.

In the north of every man's heart.

It's never too late, Subotai.

It would only lead me back here another day.

In even worse company.

For us, there is no spring.

Just the wind that smells fresh before the storm.

Hey, old man. Where'd you get this stuff?

The dead

The gods are pleased with you. They will watch the battle. Heh.

Are they going to help?

then tell them to stay out of the way.

Crom

I have never prayed to you before

I have no tongue for it

No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad

Why we fought or why we died.

All that matters is that two stood against many.

That's what's important.

Valor pleases you, Crom, so grant me one request.

Grant me revenge.

And if you do not listen, then to hell with you

SUBOTAI: That's how we do it I did it. With my spear

Do you wanna live forever?

PRINCESS: Doom

Don't leave me! My lord

No, don't kill me

Father

Doom.

Doom.

The purging is at last at hand.

The day of doom is here.

All that is evil, all that have eyes

your parents, your leaders

those who would call themselves your judges

Those who have lied

and corrupted the earth

They shall all be cleansed.

You, my children, are the water

that will wash away all that has gone before

In your hand you hold my light

a gleam in the eye of Set.

This flame will burn away the darkness

burn you away to paradise

Doom.

Doom.

My child

You have come to me, my son

For who now is your father if it is not me?

Who gave you the will to live?

I am the wellspring from which you flow

When I am gone

you will have never been

What will your world be without me?

My son

My son