Flagellum Dei - Hyperion

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, with horseback aligned

Skillfully mastering dexterity along with his might

Though his ambition 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 Aethius, 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 carnage 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 Scource 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