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He's ruled them for 20 years |
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And ravaged as their king |
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Conquest burns in his eyes |
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And ice shoots through his veins |
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Their leader's new ambition lies |
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Farther to the west |
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The empire that he seeks |
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The farther to the rest |
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Attila wants to take his place |
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Like the impetuous son |
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To make the entire world bow |
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To the kingdom of the |
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HunsAlliance has been made |
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With many others clans |
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Frank and |
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Vandal forces |
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Held within his hand |
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And by Attila's hand, it's said |
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His brother met with death |
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To make his rule his legacy |
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He did his awful best |
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Ethel and |
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EtzellBy many names he's known |
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But 'Scourge of |
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God' is the one |
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That rings the darkest tone |
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Hell awaits behind |
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Gaul's gates |
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The Romans stand only to fall |
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They will die by his sword |
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The Barbarian |
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LordAttila hears victory call |
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Path of fire and plunder |
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Cities burn and crumble |
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Attila's fate beckons |
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He will come to conquer |
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Archers stand at ready |
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Centurions all together |
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Keep to your lines |
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And the Mongol's sure to falter |
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We will surely break them |
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We will overtake them |
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Fight till our deaths |
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Or the Christian's devastation |
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They won't overthrow us |
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God will stand before us |
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Show us the path |
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To the Hun's destruction |
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Sing to the sky, the battle cry |
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To propagate their fears |
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As terror is the weapon drawn |
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When battle has drawn near |
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And so the conflict is at hand |
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The gauntlet has been thrown |
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Contempt for the |
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Christian reign |
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This poison seed now sewn |
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And if by chance all is lost |
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Cut down by |
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Roman steel |
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We'll suffer not as others have |
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Broken mind nor broken will |
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Hell awaits behind |
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Gaul's gates |
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The Romans stand only to fall |
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They will die by his sword |
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The Barbarian |
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LordAttila hears victory call |
