Nomadic tribes Rise from the East Ready for war with axe in hand Plunder and kill At my command The Day of Judgment's close at hand King of the Huns The Goths and Danes The blood of Nimrod's in my veins Prince of the world Scourge of all lands Ready to make my final stand I am the conqueror of worlds I bring them war and poison minds with fear The Roman men are sure to fall Their faces turning white as snow ...cause they know I am the one Father and son Watching my enemies crumble and fall As they die by my hand I am the one My will be done I am the one who is known By the name of Attila the Hun