Attila

[Intro Instrumental: dark, mystical folk metal intro, distorted guitars, purring/bagpipes, deep drumbeat] [Verse 1] Light descended from the sky, casting shadows on the land, When I was born, in the embrace of the wasteland. Like a barrel, tossed by a wild storm of the wind, No child wept, but arose with a steel-hardened mind. My father's death, the dagger's edge, fate’s cold decree, I grew on battlefields, where blood was archaeology. Our spirit is the wind, our soul the flame's fierce dance, Our sword-song is God's will, never to yield a chance! [Verse 2] From my steppe-tent, I gazed into the distant haze, I saw my people scattered, broken in countless ways. In my heart burned a desire, like a nomad's fiery urge, To unite them all, as the Scourge of God, their mighty surge. On wild horses we ride, dust beneath our hurried hooves, Our armor is our fate, that day and night always proves. Light flashes when our blades clash and clang so loud, The European land, only us do they now allow! [Pre-Chorus] Fate calls out, the plains' song fiercely roars, To battle we march, no one will stop us at these doors! We look to the sky, to the heavens our anthem ascends, Of betrayal there is no doubt, it swiftly transcends! [Chorus] ATTILA! Our eagle in the sky! ATTILA! Lightning, fire in our mighty eye! ATTILA! Sent forth by the Gods above! Our destiny written in blood, fueled by their love! ATTILA! Our eagle in the sky! ATTILA! Lightning, fire in our mighty eye! ATTILA! Sent forth by the Gods above! Our destiny written in blood, fueled by their love! [Verse 3] East and West, a bow drawn tight between our lands, Every empire now weeps, crumbling to our strong demands. Aquileia dust, the walls of Rome now shiver and quake, My weapon is the end, while their thrones forever break. With bare hands I took treasures, palaces so grand, I asked no one, no false images would I withstand. Whoever stood before us, burned to ash so stark, Every cowardly layer became a nameless, dead mark. [Verse 4] Across the plains, the command rang out so clear, With straight spines, we looked up, banishing all fear. Victorious on the battlefield, on blood-soaked earth we stood, Then in the peace, we searched for where we rightfully would. No treasures did we seek, nor hearts that yearned for gold, Freedom was our longing, a story yet untold. An eternal promise, between the Danube and the Tisza's might, Where the sky plowed, our land painted with blood’s own light. [Pre-Chorus] Fate calls out, the plains' song fiercely roars, To battle we march, no one will stop us at these doors! We look to the sky, to the heavens our anthem ascends, Of betrayal there is no doubt, it swiftly transcends! [Chorus] ATTILA! Our eagle in the sky! ATTILA! Lightning, fire in our mighty eye! ATTILA! Sent forth by the Gods above! Our destiny written in blood, fueled by their love! ATTILA! Our eagle in the sky! ATTILA! Lightning, fire in our mighty eye! ATTILA! Sent forth by the Gods above! Our destiny written in blood, fueled by their love! [Bridge: gloomy, slow-moving melodies are intertwined with acoustic parts and shamanic singing. The brooding, introverted mood gradually turns into heavier riffs.] Shrouded in night, the final moment did descend, Not an enemy's sword, but fate, which brought my end. Love's embrace held me, sweet poison did it bring, Silent now the battle noisemy throat. My legend lives on, when the wind howls on the plain, Every stream whispers, my name echoes again. Its light fades away, but my star shines on high, Proclaiming forever, who I was, and what I am nigh. [Guitar solo: a long, epic, melodic, but powerful solo that combines oriental motifs with a classic power metal sound. Technical precision, but the spirit is fulfilled.] [Final Chorus] ATTILA! Our eagle in the sky! ATTILA! Lightning, fire in our mighty eye! ATTILA! Sent forth by the Gods above! Our destiny written in blood, fueled by their love! ATTILA! Our eagle in the sky! ATTILA! Lightning, fire in our mighty eye! ATTILA! Sent forth by the Gods above! Our destiny written in blood, fueled by their love! [Outro: slow, distorted guitar riffs, deep, echoing drum beats. The theme of bagpipes or purring returns, but now it is melancholic, and then gradually fades away. The sound of the wind, then complete silence.] Attila... An echo of battles, a forgotten royal plea. Attila... In every scar, in the silence of eternity. Attila...