ADVANCED
 In a long gone century
 the Huns rode across the land
 Their terror was notorious
 all over the world

 Attila was their king
 a fabulous destructor, my friend
 When he went to war
 things turned in to dirt

 They only saw his shadow
 they felt he was in their neighbourhood
 blood, tears and pain

 His wrath harmed them all
 their heads had to roll
 Blood and sweat fell down
 like rain

 BATTLE
 Homicide Pangs of death in their eyes
 Agony For well-considered death
 Death-sweat For the undertakers men
 Final rest Prepare for your last breath