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The sun is about to rise in the east

Countless legions are stamping their feet

Thousands of Huns, massed at the border,

Ready to pay homage to their forefathers

For death, glory and the end of the world

They will march on the West and will lay down their terms

 Heads will be chopped off, kings be overthroned

Blood will flow like water, flesh be scythed to the bone I've been fancying such devastation

A good old carnage in the old fashion

Quartering and rapes without distinction

Like back in the days when we were fed to lions.

Huns got their revenge

I would do just the same If it was me sewing their jeans for thirty yuans a week.