Jack Starr's Burning Starr - The Wrath of Attila

There's a place where the wild winds blows
Far away, from the land we know
Thunder cracks the sky high above
When the world cowers in fear
One man's bravery will be clear, will be clear

Can you see the fire
Can you feel the pain
Can you hear the sound
The wrath of Attila
The wrath of Attila
The wrath of Attila
March, March

There's a time we all must fight
Hold our ground and move to strike
Now is the day and now is the day
The sky goes dark, one last night
Marching to your grave, to your grave, your grave

Can you see the fire
Can you feel the pain
Can you hear the sound
The wrath of Attila
The wrath of Attila
The wrath of Attila
March, March, March, March

Pushing back, the savage hordes
Raise your swords, raise your swords, Raise your swords
On the savage hordes

On the field of shattered dreams
Nowhere to hide, torn between
Death, dishonor, victory or defeat
The hounds of hell have broken free
As the bodies lay beneath our feet
Holding back the tears and memories

Can you see the fire
Can you feel the pain
Can you hear the sound
The wrath of Attila
The wrath of Attila
The wrath of Attila
March, March, March, March