Wild, marching like blind

One only goal in his mind:

Pillaging treasures and lands

Eager and fierce

Ruler of men who came

To raze all they met



He came along a road of blood

Going on through streets of death

Raising up his arch of gold

Marching on he came to wreck men, women and lands - Etzel! 



Cruel, in the circle of hell

You lay in a river of boiling blood

You're blood thirsty and lost

You're called scourge of God

You wanna create an army

With soldiers of death



He came along a road of blood

Going on through streets of death

Raising up his arch of gold

Marching on he came to wreck men, women and lands



Etzel nomad came through kingdoms

Blood and fear he brought

Cruel and wild came down to Rome

Gold and slaves he caught



Fight, you man of war

Your arch and horse won't let you

Down and you'll reach your desires

But you're gonna fall

Battles have gone, 

Your blood will kill you in your bed