Attilla The Hun

Compassion for no one
No matter who they are
It's useless to run from him
You won't get very far
He's invading, he's inverting
Normal ways of life
His soldiers draw nearer
You better hide your wife
Up from the North
Far to the west
The use of his weapons
A trade he knows best
Indus Valley drifters
His army must survive
They will stop at nothing
To keep themselves alive
Someone stop him