He's ruled them for twenty years 

And ravaged as their king 

Conquest burns in his eyes 

And ice shoots through his veins 

Their leader's new ambitions lie 

Further to the west 

The empire that he seeks 

The father to the Rest 

Attila wants to take his place 

Like the impetuous son 

To make the entire world bow 

To the kingdom of the huns 



Alliance has been made 

With many other clans 

Frank and vandal forces 

Held within his hand 

And by Attila's hand it's said 

His brother met with death 

To make his rule his legacy 

He did his awful best 

Ethele and Etzell 

By many names he's known 

But scourge of god is the one 

That rings the darkest tone 



Hell awaits behind gaul's gates 

The roman's stand only to fall 

They will die by his sword 

The barbarian lord 

Attila hear's victory call 



Path of fire and plunder 

Cities burn and crumble 

Atila's fate beckons 

He will come to conquer 



Archers stand at ready 

Centurions all together 

Keep to your lines 

And the Mongol's sure to falter 



We will surely break them 

We will overtake them 

Fight till our deaths 

On the christians devastation 



They won't overthrow us 

God will stand before us 

Show us the path to the huns destruction 



Sing to the sky, the battle cry 

To propogate their fears 

As terror is the weapon drawn 

When battle has drawn near 

And so the conflict is at hand 

The gauntlet has been thrown 

Contempt for the christian reign 

The poison seed now sewn 

And if by chance all is lost 

Cut down by roman steel 

We'll suffer not as others have 

Broken mind nor broken will