From the East we're rising like rays of the sun.
For future horizons, the glory of Huns.
From the steppes we're riding with clouds of the storm.
No mercy no pardon, no rule but our own.

All too long we slept,
There's no time to wait.
Horses gnaw their strains.
Swords will thirst for flesh.
Fairy tale is born.
Fairy tale is born.
Fairy tale is born.
Fairy tale is born.

From the huts and cabins the tribes' surging forth -
On foot and on horseback arrive mighty Goths.
From the West the vandals assemble their strength,
But armies are dwindling at our spears' length.

They will call us "Scourge".
Mystery is forged.
Let us know no peace.
Destiny is here.
Fairy tale is told.
Fairy tale is told.
Fairy tale is told.
Fairy tale is told.

Glory dies in ashes, the Scourge sleeps with past.
The new generations will come and will last.
We shall be remembered for shape of this world.
In ages to follow the glory will hold.

We had never stopped,
We had never failed,
And we'll live in minds,
Future will be kind.
Fairy tale still lives.
Fairy tale still lives.
Fairy tale still lives.
Fairy tale still lives.

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