There's a place where the wild winds blows Far away, from the land we know Thunder cracks the sky high above When the world cowers in fear One man's bravery will be clear, will be clear
Can you see the fire Can you feel the pain Can you hear the sound The wrath of Attila The wrath of Attila The wrath of Attila March, March
There's a time we all must fight Hold our ground and move to strike Now is the day and now is the day The sky goes dark, one last night Marching to your grave, to your grave, your grave
Can you see the fire Can you feel the pain Can you hear the sound The wrath of Attila The wrath of Attila The wrath of Attila March, March, March, March
Pushing back, the savage hordes Raise your swords, raise your swords, Raise your swords On the savage hordes
On the field of shattered dreams Nowhere to hide, torn between Death, dishonor, victory or defeat The hounds of hell have broken free As the bodies lay beneath our feet Holding back the tears and memories
Can you see the fire Can you feel the pain Can you hear the sound The wrath of Attila The wrath of Attila The wrath of Attila March, March, March, MarchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
