My rage of mystery and terror raped the empire of Rome On the fringes of the empire I will arrive I serve the book of blood The monster from darkness, a murderer with joy I am the scourge of the gods, I am the King of Huns With the imperial sword of doom I enjoy in terror I am the plague of the thousand burning cities With lust I eat the flesh of my enemies Slaying my enemies I delight in war Their blood gives me strength to slay the forces of Rome We ride our war horses out of the great steppes of Asia We bring the scourge of death upon the city of Naissus King of Huns, terror of Rome I am Attila, known as the scourge of God Slay the defeated, chop off their heads Of the parasites of the Great Hungarian Plain We do not undeserve the reputation of cruelty Devestating the city of Naissus Gutters filled with blood We are the mounted breath from hell Blazing through the city as the prophecy of death Their carcasses will be consumed to feast on our victory I am the one you fear I pave your path to hell with the skulls of Rome I curse the temple of Jupiter I smash the face of MarsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
