Eyes to the east
From the high winter mountains
Restless, and longing
Forever west the seven chiefs
Remembrance to Hadur's great King
Attila's flesh now rests beneath the river
But his spirit guards the infinite skies
Self-sacrifice in his name
Through the roaring winds they hear his call
Solo: Istvan
O, Once again unite the imminent nation
O, once again
So they ride like death angels
And conquer to all sea shores
Taken the oath of blood
The seven chiefs gather the hordes
And ride towards the setting sun
Still the taste of their comrades' blood
Reminds them of the oath
He who fails shall be devoured
And it is his veins that shall fill
The next chalice of blood
The way of the Hun must live on
Solo: Istvan
The taste of their comrades' blood
Reminds them of their oath
He who fails shall be devoured
And it is his veins that shall fill
The next chalice of blood
The way of the Hun must live on
Eyes to the East
Towards the rising sun |
