Hunnerkongens sorgsvarte ferd over steppene - Dimmu Borgir

Endelost du kriget pa steppene

Nadelost du herjet i fjellene

Du tok dine seire med storm

Knuste fienden ved din hand

Oh, Attila!

Gjor meg til din tjener

Oh, Attila

Ta meg til din h?

r

Du levde i morke

Du vandret i sorg

Du plyndret med stal til hest

En stolt og stridig konge

Som erobret hver en borg

For sa a heise fanen til fest

Attila, hunnernes konge

Krigenes herre, var far

Du hentet din styrke fra morke

Og pa tokt med deg jeg na drar

Endless you war on the steppes

Needleost you ravaged in the mountains

You took your victories by storm

Crush the enemy by your hand

Oh, Attila!

Make me your servant

Oh, Attila

Take me to your h?

r

You lived in darkness

You walked in grief

You looted with steel on horseback

A proud and contentious king

Who conquered each a castle

To raise the flag to the party

Attila, king of the Huns

The lord of the wars, was the father

You drew your strength from the dark

And on a cruise with you I'm leaving now