I see in the papers where Roy Guthrie committed suicide. Why, I wonder? - Robert E. Howard

They have no hope here or hereafter, answered Conan. "Their gods are Crom and his dark race, who rule over a sunless place of everlasting mist, which is the world of the dead. Mitra! The ways of the Aesir were more to my liking.

Slowly the pale-faced noblemen and frightened women knelt, bowing in fear and reverence to the bloodstained giant who towered above them with his eyes ablaze.
"I am king!"

It takes oppression and hardship to stiffen men's guts and put the fire of hell into their thews.