Hunnerkongens Sorgsvarte Ferd Over Steppene — Dimmu Borgir

Endel?st du kriget p? steppene N?del?st du herjet i fjellene Du tok dine seire med storm Knuste fienden ved din h?nd

Oh, Attila! Gj?r meg til din tjener Oh, Attila Ta meg til din her

Du levde i m?rke Du vandret i sorg Du plyndret med st?l til hest En stolt og stridig konge Som erobret hver en borg For s? ? heise fanen til fest

Attila, hunnernes konge Krigenes herre, v?r far Du hentet din styrke fra m?rke Og p? tokt med deg jeg n? drar

English Translation:

The King Of The Huns' Sorrow Black Journey Over The Steppes

Endlessly you fought on the steppes Unmercifuly you ravaged in the montains You took you victories with storm Cruched your enemies with your hand Oh, Attila! Make me your servant Oh, Attila! Take me into your army You lived in the darkness You wandered in greif You plundered with steel on horse A proud and stubborn king Which conquered each fortress To so hoist the banner to feast Attila, king of the Huns King of warriors, our father You gathered your strength from the darkness And on plundering I now with you go