[bad word] them for twenty years 
And ravaged as their king 
Conquest, but in his eyes 
And ice shoots through his veins 

The leader's new ambitions lie 
Farther to the west 
The empire of thirty-six 
The father to the rest 

Attila wants to take his place 
Like an impetuous son 
And make the entire world bow 
To the kingdom of the Huns 

What lies have been made 
To many other clans 
Frightened veneral forces 
Held within his hands 

And by Attila's hand it's said 
His brother met with death 
To make [bad word] his legacy 
He did it all for the best 

Athila, and Exoh 
By many names he's known 
But surge of God is the one 
That rings the darkest tone 
 [bad word] awaits 
Behind those gates 
The Romans stand only to fall 
They will die by his sword 
The barbarian lord 
Attila, his victory call 

Sing to the sky, the battle cry 
To propogate their fear 
As terror is the weapon drawn 
When battle has drawn near 

And so the conflict is at hand 
The godspel has been thrown 
Contempt for the Christian reign 
This poison seed has sown 

And if by chance all is lost 
Cut down by Roman steel 
We'll suffer not, as others have 
But you'll mind the broken wheel 
 [bad word] awaits 
Behind those gates 
The Romans stand only to fall 
They will die by his sword 
The barbarian lord 
Attila, his victory call