Letras
Beneath dark clouds, the earth does quake,
Attila rides, and nations break.
Steel flashes bright, like lightning in the sky,
He leads his horde, Rome's fate is nigh.
Oh, Attila, Magor's heir, Bendegúz's son,
The Scourge of God, feared by everyone.
He himself, the bringer of fate,
With God’s sword, he conquers the world's gate.
The clash of battle, steel and death,
None can stand before the Hun's wrath.
Kings kneel low at his command,
The seas of nations bow to his hand.
Oh, Attila, Magor's heir, Bendegúz's son,
The Scourge of God, feared by everyone.
He himself, the bringer of fate,
With God’s sword, he conquers the world's gate.
He never stops, he cannot fall,
He is the war, he is the call!
As the ancestors sang his name in lore,
The bards will praise him forevermore.