:45:40
And when King Attilla his mount bestrode
It was the world over which he rode
And when he paused his whip to crack
the world cried out - Woe, woe, alack
What deeds are now in his mind?
What is in the mind of our King?
:46:03
He sleeps! He sleeps! Lord Attilla,
Attilla sleeps!
:46:24
The white woman stole and bound
our lord! She uses golden tresses
as cord!
:46:43
The white woman stole and bound
our lord! She uses golden tresses
as cord!!