Attila

He’s ruled them for twenty years and ravaged as their king
Conquest burns in his eyes
And ice shoots through his veins

The leader’s new ambitions lie further to the west
The empire that he seeks
The father to the rest

Attila wants to take his place like an impetuous son
To make the entire world bow to the kingdom of the Huns

Alliance has been made
With many other clans
Frank and Vandal forces
Held within his hand

And by Attila’s hand it’s said
His brother met with death
To make his rule his legacy
He did his awful best

Ethele and Etzell – by many names he’s known
But Scourge of God is the one that rings the darkest tone

Hell awaits behind Gaul’s gates
The Romans stand only to fall
They will die by his sword
The barbarian lord
Attila, his victory call

Path of fire and plunder
Cities burn and crumble
Attila’s fate beckons
He will come to conquer

(Archers stand at ready)
(Centurions all together)
(Keep to your lines)
(And the Mongol’s sure to falter)

We will surely break them
We will overtake them
Fight till our deaths
Or the Christian’s devastation

(They won’t overthrow us)
(God will stand before us)
(Show us the path)
(To the Hun’s destruction)

Sing to the sky, the battle cries to propagate their fear
As terror is the weapon drawn
When battle has drawn near

And so the conflict is at hand
The gauntlet has been thrown
Contempt for the Christian reign
This poison seed has sown

And if by chance all is lost
Cut down by Roman steel
We’ll suffer not, as others have
Broken mind nor broken will

Hell awaits behind Gaul’s gates
The Romans stand only to fall
They will die by his sword
The barbarian lord
Attila, his victory call

Hell awaits behind Gaul’s gates
The Romans stand only to fall
They will die by his sword
The barbarian lord
Attila, his victory call