From the east comes the storm
Demons grown up by mother steppe
Bloody trace of desolation
Their holy messenger of sorrow
Will rule the land
Across the fields they ride to raise hell
Sleeping on the run, no time to waste
Arrows darkening the sky
Vultures await for the massacre
Horses make the Earth tremble
Attila bringer of doom
Fire suffocates the screams
Under a dawn of devastation
Merciless lord of domination
Killing, raping, destroying
An orphaned land
Across the fields they ride to raise hell
Sleeping on the run, no time to waste
The golden age of desolation