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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

A forty-thousand horsemen chagrin'

Blazing Hooves

A thundering army yearning for blood

Blazing Hooves

A fifty -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