His name was Attila "The Scourge of the God" He came to Pannonia To shed enemy's blood
With hatred in evil eyes Nasty and ugly face With a heart made of ice And no feeling of grace
He couldn't calm down He held his rude force To the walls of the town Upright on his mighty horse
Exhausted by hunger And betrayed among walls The people felt Attila's anger Deaf for their desperate calls
Mighty Attila's cavalry Peerless in bravery Celebrated their greatest victory As the Sirmium town was burned down Lifeless after showdown Ruined by a cold, evil stormwind
Before long, the Huns broke down The gate and burst in Pillayed and burnt the town Left nothing like it has been
The evil stormwind Blew from the North And brought the cruel leader With a magical swordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
