A promised land which is always the next one
A heroic feat that no one else has ever done
An evil empire found on nothing but my troopers' horseshoes
An oriental last name carried on from father to son
Say I'm the conqueror who long for flesh and blood
A servile Europe could not fulfill my lust
My footsteps follow the will of history
Till the day ashes turn ashes and dust to dust
No one calls me by my real name
The scourge of god was the title they gave
None the less I feel so innocent
I'm not the one to be blamed
It's just the way it meant to be over and over again
It's been a while since the day I left home
On the long journey to the west we are left all alone
I could return to her arms but somehow I won't
Like a lost child with a heart of stone
Attila
Homeless Attila
Attila
Nomad Attila
Attila
Homeless Attila
Attila
Nomad Attila
It's been a while since the day I left home
On the long journey to the west we are left all alone
I could return to her arms but somehow I won't
Like a lost child with a heart of stone