Lyrics

(I. Thunder from the East)
(Verse 1)
Born in shadow, raised in fire
Blood of wolves, empire’s pyre
Black horse thunders from the plain
Europe weeps beneath the strain

Pillager of throne and creed
Hungering with boundless need
Rome shall tremble, walls collapse
Under death’s relentless grasp

(Pre-Chorus)
No mercy… no law…
Only the lash of his wordless war

(Chorus)
Attila! Scourge of God!
Blade of plague, crowned in rot
Empires fall, kings defiled
He rides through flame, forever wild

(II. Crimson Rivers)
(Verse 2)
Fields of corpses, no burial song
Spears in the dusk, war rides long
Ash of cities fill the wind
Echoes of the slain begin

Cloaked in fire, crowned in wrath
History burns in his path
Temples shattered, idols bleed
All for conquest, not for creed

(Bridge)
He kneels to none
No god, no Caesar
Only conquest
Only chaos

(Chorus)
Attila! Son of hate!
No gate stands beneath his weight
Tears of Rome, rivers red
All who whisper his name are dead

(III. The Feast of Skulls)
Golden chalice filled with blood
From broken kings who fell in mud
A banquet of ruin, bones in place
Grinning skulls around his face

No heaven guides this savage reign
Only the thunder of the slain
Oaths mean nothing, truth is fear
He is the end—when he draws near

(Breakdown)
Burn the scrolls! Break the seal!
Only the strong may live or kneel!
Burn the scrolls! Break the seal!
History screams what swords conceal!

(IV. Death of the World)
(Verse 3)
Night he wed, in wine and flame
Bride untouched, yet none to blame
Found in silence, drowned in red
Even death feared where he tread

No grave, no stone, no sacred rite
Just vanished into endless night
Yet his shadow walks the land
In every tyrant’s bloodstained hand

(Final Chorus)
Attila! Wound of time!
Rider from the plague-wrought clime
From Danube’s flow to Alps of snow
His fire still burns below

(Outro – Whispered, fading into black)
Attila…
The storm that never passed…
The knife in time’s forgotten throat…