In the frozen north they found him Where the wild Hyrkanians ride A thief beneath the open heavens With a bow at his side He knew the roads of distant kingdoms He knew the tongues of men He laughed at death and cheated fate And vanished like the wind again Subotai, thief and archer Hyrkanian beneath the sky Subotai, thief and archer Quick of hand and keen of eye He met a Cimmerian wanderer With iron in his hand Conan, born beneath the storm And forged by sword and sand Two thieves beneath a foreign moon Two wolves without a home One carried steel, one carried bow Together they would roam Subotai, thief and archer Conan's brother on the road Subotai, thief and archer Sharing danger, sharing gold They crossed the lands of Zamora Where ancient towers rise They crept through shadowed corridors Beneath unholy skies They stole from guarded chambers They fought when they were seen And laughed beneath the moonlight At the madness they had been Then came the tower of the wizard Where the serpent's darkness lay Conan raised his bloody sword While Subotai cleared the way He loosed his arrows from the shadows While steel began to ring The thief became a warrior Beside the Cimmerian king Subotai, thief and archer Never claimed a crown He fought beside his Cimmerian friend When the darkness came down When Conan faced the sorcerer And doom stood at the gate Subotai remained beside him And would not abandon fate He watched the northern darkness He watched the eastern road He knew the smell of danger Before the danger showed With a bow of Hyrkanian make And arrows at his command He was the silent shadow Moving through the sand Subotai, thief and archer Rider of the eastern lands Subotai, thief and archer Death between his steady hands No king could buy his loyalty No chain could make him stay He belonged to wind and wilderness And chose his own way Yet when Conan called his name The archer would return Through desert dust and mountain pass Through every bridge that burned For Conan was his comrade His brother forged in war And though they walked as thieves at first They became something more Two men beneath the blackened sky Two blades against the night One with the sword of Cimmeria One with the bow held tight Subotai, thief and archer Hyrkanian, wild and free Subotai, thief and archer Friend to Conan, enemy to tyranny The fires of Zamora fade The ancient temples fall The songs of kings are swallowed By the silence over all But somewhere on the open plain Where cold winds cross the land A Hyrkanian thief still rides With bow within his hand And somewhere walks a Cimmerian Who laughs at death and fate Conan carries steel before him While Subotai guards his flank Subotai, thief and archer Underneath the Hyborian sky Subotai, thief and archer Ride where lesser men would die No crown, no throne, no kingdom Could ever make him stay For he was born beneath the open sky And lived the thief's own way Subotai, thief and archer Let the Hyrkanian arrows fly Subotai, thief and archer Beside Conan until they die Two shadows crossing Hyboria Two names upon the wind Conan with his mighty sword And Subotai, his friend Subotai, thief and archer The road is calling once again Subotai, thief and archer Ride into the savage land
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