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Wind Like Stroke
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Fort terrois imparata
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Terra mortes est sembrata
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Demonorum generatjo
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Romanorum contestatio
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From east came storms leading fire and iron
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By grim demons gathered all as worms
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Track the trails and find the place to environ
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Breaking through winds on their way to Rome
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To the city, source of evil vices
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Everybody calling it their home
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In the time when it grows and rises
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A rush is coming provoking its fall
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In the air
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Everywhere
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In despair
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Gust that blows out
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In the breeze
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The disease
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Breaking out
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Flying about
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Riding horses
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They have blood thirst
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Firing grasses
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On their way
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Blaming crosses
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They slay, they burst
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In black masses
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They are the god's enemies
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They are the god's enemies
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They are satan's breed
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While their preys run
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They dash over frays and nuns
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Attila the Hun
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Barbarian trail of blazes following the sun
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Attila the Hun
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Is bad seed, and devil cruel son
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The bad deed is done
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For all people is fleeing and can hold on no one
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Rome is just over
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Ave Rex!
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It's times complete
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Honores!
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The dust just covers
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Mortis vox!
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It's face white neat
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Mal atrox!
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They're near the city
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Ave Rex!
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To make new rule
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Honores!
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Sorrow and pity
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Malis res!
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Victory's full
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Demonorum imperator
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Fillium noctis
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Malus et hostis Dei
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Wind Like Stroke
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