Luzifer Attila (blazing Hoves)
In the dim light of a rising sun
The sky is gleamin' red
Upon the eastern mountain range, so dark,
A monstrous silhouette
From that a single rider looms ahead
And he lifts his sword
For he's the descendant of the gods
King of hunnic hordes
Blazing Hooves
Of forty-thousand horsemen chagrin'
Blazing Hooves
A thundering army yearning for blood
Blazing Hooves
Of forty-thousand horsemen cryin'
Attila This dawn brings nothing but death
Iron clashing on the battlefield
Arrows whizzing through the air
Songs of slaughter form the legacy
Of Nimrods truthful heir