Dark Moor - Wind Like Stroke lyrics

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 gra**es On their way Blaming crosses They slay, they burst In black ma**es 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