Endelst du kriget p steppene
Nadelst du herjet i fjellene
Du tok dine seire med storm
Knuste fienden ved din hand
h, Attila!
Gjr meg til din tjener
h, Attila
Ta meg til din hr
Du levde i mrket
Du vandret i sorg
Du plyndret med sal til hest
En stolt og stridig konge
Som erobret hver en borg
For s heise fanen til fest
Attila, hunnernes konge
Krigenes herre, vr far
Du hentet din styrke fra mrke
Og p tokt med deg jeg n drar
[English translation:] [The King of the Huns' Sorrow Black Journey Over The Steppes] Endlessly you fought on the steppes
Unmercifuly you ravaged in the montains
You took you victories with storm
Cruched your enemies with your hand
Oh, Attila!
Make me your servant
Oh, Attila!
Take me into your army
You lived in the darkness
You wandered in greif
You plundered with steel on horse
A proud and stubborn king
Which conquered each fortress
To so hoist the banner to feast
Attila, king of the Huns
King of warriors, our father
You gathered your strength from the darkness
And on plundering I now with you go
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
