Scourge of God

The huns crown lies on a single man With the power of an entire crowd People tells anyplace he went Ended up in ashes with fear and pain Like a thunder right from the sky Burning heads and skulls of the fiercest foe Between the legend he boar with pride A remaining god in the battlefield Built his name upon cruelty and pain Spelling roman blood, thriving with his sword Every place he was ever stood Never saw the grass grew back again Scourge of god Fierce, relentless warrior Unify and build the empire Romans were afraid of him And the endless power that the man withheld Leon the pope was the one who spoke There is no winning when you stand with god A short-sized man became the god Of war amongst the men of the world A few survivors ran like rats There's no god saving you from the huns. Scourge of god Fierce, relentless warrior Unify and build the empire. Scourge of God Fierce, relentless warrior Unify and build the empire. His soldiers shed blood for him the moment he died You can't simply make cry a man like Atila, the hun