Dark Moor - Wind Like Stroke (Attila) lyrics
[Dark Moor - Wind Like Stroke Attila lyrics]
Fort terrois imparata
Terra mortes est sembrata
Demonorum generatjo romanorum contestatio
Rawr!
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 it's fall
In the air (In the air)
Everywhere (Everywhere)
In despair (In despair) gust that blows out
In the breeze (In the breeze)
The disease (The disease)
Breaking out (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 waaaaoh!
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
In the air (In the air)
Everywhere (Everywhere)
In despair (In despair) gust that blows out
In the breeze (In the breeze)
The disease (The disease)
Breaking out (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
Ave Rex! Honores! Mortis vox! Mal atrox!
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
In the air (In the air)
Everywhere (Everywhere)
In despair (In despair) gust that blows out
In the breeze (In the breeze)
The disease (The disease)
Breaking out (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
Demonorum imperator fillium noctis
Malus et hostis Dei
Terra mortes est sembrata
Demonorum generatjo romanorum contestatio
Rawr!
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 it's fall
In the air (In the air)
Everywhere (Everywhere)
In despair (In despair) gust that blows out
In the breeze (In the breeze)
The disease (The disease)
Breaking out (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 waaaaoh!
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
In the air (In the air)
Everywhere (Everywhere)
In despair (In despair) gust that blows out
In the breeze (In the breeze)
The disease (The disease)
Breaking out (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
Ave Rex! Honores! Mortis vox! Mal atrox!
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
In the air (In the air)
Everywhere (Everywhere)
In despair (In despair) gust that blows out
In the breeze (In the breeze)
The disease (The disease)
Breaking out (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
Demonorum imperator fillium noctis
Malus et hostis Dei