The Scourge of God [Attila rides!]

[Intro] Shadows rise across the plains... Horses thunder, skies turn black... A name that burns in fear – Attila... [Verse] From the steppes he came, untamed and wild, A hunter born, no mercy for the mild. Rivers ran with fear, cities fell to flame, Every crown and kingdom trembled at his name. [Verse] Steel and fire, the winds obey his hand, Barbaric thunder echoes through the land. Allies fall, foes scatter, dust and blood remain, He rides relentless, unstoppable, insane. [Pre-Chorus] The world bows low, the empire shakes, No fortress strong, no walls can break. From east to west, his shadow grows, The scourge of God, everyone knows... [Chorus] Attila rides! The storm has come! No mercy given, no soul left numb! The Hun has come, the world shall burn, From ashes rises the hunter’s turn! [Bridge] But power’s a blade that cuts both sides, Ambition drives where darkness hides. The throne is mine, the crown I claim, Yet every empire feels the flame... [Verse] Rivers of conquest, mountains of fear, The world once bowed now draws near. Whispers of betrayal, the seeds of fall, Even the mighty can hear the call... [Verse] The steppe grows silent, the horses still, The wind whispers tales of broken will. Ashes of glory, echoes of might, Attila fades into the night... [Pre-Chorus] The world bows low, the empire shakes, No fortress strong, no walls can break. From east to west, his shadow grows, The scourge of God, everyone knows... [Chorus] Attila rides! The storm has come! No mercy given, no soul left numb! The Hun has come, the world shall burn, From ashes rises the hunter’s turn! [Chorus] Attila falls, the storm subsides, Kings and empires reclaim their pride. But history whispers, his name remains, A shadow eternal, the steppe’s bloody reign!