s Their leaders new ambition lies Father 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 kin
his hand And by Atilas hand its said His brother met with death To make his rule his legacy He did his awful best Ethele and Etzell By many names hes known But "Scourge of God" is the one That rin
g 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 Well suffer not as others have Broken min