Wind Like Stroke Lyrics

Fort terrois imparata
Terra mortes est sembrata
Demonorum generatjo
Romanorum contestatioFrom 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 RomeTo 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 fallIn the air
Everywhere
In despair
Gust that blows out
In the breeze
The disease
Breaking out
Flying aboutRiding 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 breedWhile their preys run
They dash over frays and nuns
Attila the Hun
Barbarian trail of blazes following the sunAttila the Hun
Is bad seed, and devil cruel son
The bad deed is done
For all people is fleeing and can hold on no oneRome 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 fullDemonorum imperator
Fillium noctis
Malus et hostis Dei