Charging through the fields of Romans
Malice creeping forth
Women, children, scum and vermin
Filth of feeble kingdoms burning
Rapid brutal acts in warfare
Savage, bestial rage
Mighty Hunnic warrior chief
Descendent of the Xung-Nu Dragon
Raised on desolate steppes
Aith horseback aligned
Skilfully mastering dexterity along with his might
Though his ambitions to rule
Brought feuds and dismay
Bledda would not be the last to behold his reign
Now merging the scoundrels and villains
In arms he marches to war
Demolishing villages, pillaging every home
Gallic towns were slaughtered
Removed from the face of the earth
And the Visigoths grew in detest to the Hunnic abuse
Flavius Aetius quickly emerged to seek favour in coat of arms
For the Visigoths shared the Romans detest to their foe
By the gates of Orléans
The bloodiest of carnages was fought
And the very first emblem of frailty was yet to unfold
Compelled to withdraw with uttermost haste, seeking refuge beyond the gates
Where strategical virtues would grant a superior blow
Alas, the strife was lost to the Magister Militums bliss
But they would not evade The Scourge of God
"Worthless, frail offal!"
His spiteful intentions ablaze
With the essence brought forth by the
Foulest form of stars
Now vengeance was imminent
As he aspires to devastate and burn
"May all ye tremble and lay faith in thy plea
For now we march upon Rome herself!"
Tainted, abhorred, disgraced and forlorn
Beseeching and pleading to spare them from woe
An armistice was sealed
For their relentlessness subdued
Though forthwith he'd conceive plans
Most vile and crude
Yet a hero's death was not in store
Nor bloodshed nor defeat
For he would meet his bane
Through the chalice of deceit
A thousand slaves erect the cage
Where he would find serenity
Remains within the rivers are now washing away
To this day
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