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Attila
His hand is small,
But the whole world is held in it
Like a wretched fledgling
Badly scratched by the claws
And his victorious feast
Won't heal his wounds
A layer of soot can't hide
The ugliness of his face
A divine wrath,
The lash of the skies
Swallows up sweat and dust
A life in the saddle,
The brilliance of death
At the edge of the Fate.
The horde's maelstrom
Brought together all the scum
Teuton or Scythian
Share out the loot
The smoke of Attila's bonfires
Carries the plague in its slipstream
And the barbarian pattern
Burns the faith...
The Occident is here,
Under the hand,
With swords we will fight our way through...
The spirit of the steppes,
The wicked Asiatic beast
Has thrown the call!
Above us flutters the banner of blue sky,
There is no fear in the blaze of these cold eyes!
There are no rules in this dawning time,
Till sunset death will judge us.
Lethal love,
Perfidious fate,
At the wedding banquet
They're celebrating a funeral feast
The wine is poisoned,
The poison is at his lips
Like a bitter kiss,
The last in his life
Intoxicated with his throat,
Bleeding with his throat,
The barbarian sipped all his life...
Who is now
The Son of the Winds,
The king of the cruel Huns?
Above us flutters the banner of blue sky,
There is no fear in the blaze of these cold eyes!
There are no rules in this dawning time,
Till sunset death will judge us.
The Occident is here,
Under the hand,
With swords we will fight our way through...
The spirit of the steppes,
The wicked Asiatic beast
Has thrown the call!
Above us flutters the banner of blue sky,
There is no fear in the blaze of these cold eyes!
There are no rules in this dawning time,
Till sunset death will judge us.
Submitted by 
Enoo on 2013-06-10
Enoo on 2013-06-10Added in reply to request by 
crimson_antics
crimson_antics Subtitles created by 
Ethnicparty on Sun, 02/02/2025 - 10:32
Ethnicparty on Sun, 02/02/2025 - 10:32✕
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