Hunnerkongens Sorgsvarte Ferd Over Steppene

Endlessly you fought on the plains
Relentlessly you ravaged the mountains
You took your victories by storm
Crushed the enemy with your hand

Oh, Attila!
Make me your servant
Oh, Attila
Take me to your army

You lived in darkness
You wandered in sorrow
You plundered with steel on horseback
A proud and fierce king
Who conquered every fortress
Only to raise the banner in celebration

Attila, king of the Huns
Lord of wars, our father
You drew your strength from the dark
And now I march with you on your campaign