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