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Shouts, pillage, moans, blood, rape,devastation, massacre, and fire are Attila's sport!

Such a bountiful table this rich soil provides!Odin doesn't fail - this is Valhalla!

You open to heroes. This blessed land is for us!Long live Attila, who discovered it!

The king approaches. Odin's power is placed in him.

Here we are on the ground, god of war!

Heroes, arise! Let the vanquished lie in the dust.

Here, gather around me, let the hymn of victory be spread!

The sons of Attila come and conquer with a single blow,swifter than lightning, faster than an eagle's flight!

Long live the king from the thousand forests,Odin's minister and prophet.

His sword is a blood-red comet,his voice the thunder of heaven.

In the clamor of a hundred storms he comes, hurling battle from his eyes.

Against the harsh links of his chain mail,swords break as against a rock!

What are these foreign virgins I see?Who dared save them from my prohibition?

It seemed a worthy tribute to the king.Admirable warriors, they defended their brothers.

What? Who inspired such valor in these unwarlike women?

Holy and boundless love of country!

While your warriors run to their weapons,your Hun women remain weeping at their chariots.

But, you'll always see us Italian women fighting on the reeking field of battle, with iron in our chests!

- That anger in your eyes is beautiful, virgin. - You will always see us fighting…

…while your Hun women weep at their chariots!

But, you'll always see us Italian women fighting on the reeking field of battle, with iron in our chests!

That anger in your eyes is beautiful, virgin.Attila honors the brave and abhors cowards!

- Woman of valor, what favor would you ask of me? - Make them return my sword!

- Take mine! - (A blade!)

By this sword given to me, oh high and divine justice!You've armed the oppressed with the oppressor's sword!

Pitiless blade, can you guess which chest you belong in?The hour of revenge has come, revealed by the Lord!

- (What is this emotion, replacing my desire for destruction?) - Long live the king, who reveals Odin's brilliance to the earth!

- (Her boldness and noble face are piercing my heart!) - He's a scourging flood, but a dew when rewarding bravery!

By this sword given to me, oh high and divine justice!You've armed the oppressed with the oppressor's sword!

- (Her boldness and noble face are piercing my heart!) - He's a scourging flood, but a dew when rewarding bravery!