Dark Moor - Wind Like Stroke lyrics

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Fort terrois imparata

Terra mortes est sembrata

Demonorum generatjo

Romanorum contestatio

From east came storms leading fire and iron

By grim demons gathered all as worms

Track the trails and find the place to environ

Breaking through winds on their way to Rome

To the city, source of evil vices

Everybody calling it their home

In the time when it grows and rises

A rush is coming provoking its fall

In the air

Everywhere

In despair

Gust that blows out

In the breeze

The disease

Breaking out

Flying about

Riding horses

They have blood thirst

Firing grasses

On their way

Blaming crosses

They slay, they burst

In black masses

They are the god's enemies

They are the god's enemies

They are satan's breed

While their preys run

They dash over frays and nuns

Attila the Hun

Barbarian trail of blazes following the sun

Attila the Hun

Is bad seed, and devil cruel son

The bad deed is done

For all people is fleeing and can hold on no one

Rome is just over

Ave Rex!

It's times complete

Honores!

The dust just covers

Mortis vox!

It's face white neat

Mal atrox!

They're near the city

Ave Rex!

To make new rule

Honores!

Sorrow and pity

Malis res!

Victory's full

Demonorum imperator

Fillium noctis

Malus et hostis Dei