Achila II (also spelled Agila, Aquila, or Akhila; died circa 714) was the king of Visigothic Hispania (much reduced since the time of his predecessors) from 710 or 711 until his death.
Achila's reign is known solely from coins and regnal lists and is unmentioned by reliable narrative histories. Gold coins of Achila's have been found bearing the inscriptions of the mints of Girona, Zaragoza, Tarragona, and Narbonne. Because the narrative sources, the numismatics, and the regnal lists all confirm the reign of Roderic during the same years as Achila, it is almost doubtless that the two were kings in opposition to each other following Roderic's coup, which may have resulted either in or from the death of the previous king, Wittiza.
There are more coins surviving from Achila's kingdom than Roderic's, but the findings do not overlap in territory and it is suspected that the kingdom had been divided between two factions, with the southwest (the provinces of Lusitania and western Carthaginiensis around the capital Toledo) following (or being subjected to) Roderic and the northeast (Tarraconensis and Narbonensis) falling under the rule of Achila. It is unknown to whom the provinces of Gallaecia and Baetica fell. Roderic and Achila never appear to have come into military conflict; this is probably best explained by the preoccupation of Roderic with Arab raids and not to a formal division of the kingdom.
Sovereign are you, Lord, you who sit upon the throne,
Father, Son and Spirit, perfect trinity you are.
Through your word you’ve created the heavens and the Earth,
You command what you will, and you grant what you command.
Total dominion,
Above you no one dwells,
Master majestic,
You conquered death and Hell.
Incarnate Word, born into the world that you created,
Son of God most high came to Earth and became low,
A mother made by her own child,
We marvel at your awesome plan.
Then became… (then became)
Rejected by the builders then became He the cornerstone,
Beautiful saviour, the grave couldn’t hold you down.
Torn now is the veil,
And now you call to me, to come to you,
Your body torn for me,
Your blood was shed for me, and now I know the way is through the veil.
The debt of the sinner can only be paid with blood,
Holy wrath and anger; forgiven through Christ alone.
Torn now is the veil,
And now you call to me, to come to you,
Your body torn for me,
Your blood was shed for me, and now the only way is through…
Torn now is the veil,
Glory to glory, he’s transforming me,
All honour and all praise unto the holy one,