Wind Like Stroke Lyrics - Dark Moor

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