All language subtitles for Conan.the.Barbarian.1982.Extended.Cut.720p.UHD.BluRay.x264.AAC1.0

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.

And 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!

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!

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, a 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 earth...

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.

Yes.

There's a price, barbarian.

Zamora!

Crossroads of the world!

You will...

...find what you want

in Zamora!

Crom.

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?

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.

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?

No. Let's waste no time.

It's good.

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

What a 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.

I would sell Haga to a slayer
such as you?

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

They're all sluts.

He's dead already.

Can you believe that?

Can you bel...?

You're too big to be a thief.

Come. Let's leave this place.

You're 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.

We're thieves, 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 want to live forever?

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

They say Thulsa Doom
is a thousand years old.

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

Infidels!

Infidels!

Kill them!

Do you want to live forever?

All manner of pleasures
and diversions were indulged.

Wealth can be wonderful.

But you know,
success can test one's mettle

as surely as the strongest adversary.

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.

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.

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!

Mounds have been here
since the time of the Titans.

Kings buried in them, great kings.

Domains once glittered like the light
on a 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.

Have you ever ridden
one of those things before?

No!

Warrior, what are the flowers for?

For a girl.

Doom, Doom, Doom...

Doom!

Doom!

Doom.

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, your robe?

A priest's robe?

Yes, it's all I have.

Good.

That's all you'll ever need.

Brother.

What do you see?

Infinity.

Good.

I see you!

I have watched you.

For a thousand years,
I have watched you.

Doom!

Doom!

Doom!

Doom!

Who among you still fears death?

Who will not face emptiness?

- Infidel!
- 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?

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 or jewels.

The riddle of steel.

Yes. 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.

No! No!

No!

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 good 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.

The princess.

Get them!

Come on!

You...

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.

So 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 twenty years ago.

I was just a boy of four or five.

The leaves were so dark and green then.

The grass smelt sweet with the spring wind.

Almost twenty 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.

No!

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.

- Are they going to help?
- No!

Well, 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. No.

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.

- That's how we do it.
- I did it. With my spear!

Do you want to live forever?

Doom!

Don't leave me! My lord!

No! Don't kill me!

Father!

Hey!

The purging is at last at hand.

The day of doom is here!

All that is evil, all their lies -

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.

The gleam in the eye of Set.

This flame will burn away the darkness,

burn you the way to paradise.

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 well spring from which you flow.

When I am gone...

...you will have never been.

What will your world be... without me?

My son.

My son.