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Disease of god

Coming from the frozen Siberia

Defying the northern cold winds

Attila, the disease of god

Attila, the mighty battlelord

Whose face makes Christians scream

Whose name is grunted with fear

Infernal disease of god

Feeding with warlust

Endless dream of conquest

Grows in your mind

Unnumbered soldiers gathered as one

Romans hatred link them to the real victory

Art of destruction, embodiment of cruelty

Behind there's a battlepath which never ends

A universe made of tears and flesh

Ruler of the global undivine fire

Whose face make Christians scream

Whose name is grunted with fear

Never Romans saw such men

Dark, yellow-skinned, flat and split face

With beasts' skins on their back

What are your names, you, barbarians?

Only by a wild grunt they answered "Hioung"

Coming from the frozen Siberia

Defying the northern mistywinds

Attila, the disease of god

Attila, the undivine battlelord

Whose laughter puts the world on fire

Whose eyes make the purest souls blind

Attila... empire of hate

Attila... till the end of time

Attila... as the final one

Atilla... vae victis

...as the final

...vae victis