Coming from the frozen Siberia nDefying the nothern cold winds nAttila, the disease of god nAttila, the mighty battlelord nnWhose face makes christians scream nWhose name is grunted with fear nnInfernal disease of god nFeeding with warlust nEndless dream of conquest nGrowns your mind nnUnnumbered soldiers gathered as one nRomans hatred link them to the real victory nnArt of destruction, embodiement of cruelty nBehind there's a battlepath which never ends nA universe made of tears and flesh nRuler of the global undivine fire nnWhose face make christians scream nWhose name is grunted with fear nnNever romans saw such men nDark, gellow-skinned, flat and split face nWith beasts skins on their back nWhat are your name, you, barbarians ? nOnly by a wild grunt they answered hioung nnComing from the frozen Siberia nDefying the nothern mistywinds nAttila, the disease of god nAttila, the undivine battlelord nWhose laughter put the world on fire nWhose eyes make the purest souls blind nnAttila... empire of hate nAttila... till the end of time nnAttila... as the final one n... vae victis n... as the final n... vae victisn