Luyện nghe bài hát Wind Like Stroke

Fort terrois
mortes est sembrata
Demonorum
Romanorum

From east came storms fire and iron
By grim gathered all as worms
the trails and find the place to environ
Breaking through winds on their way to

To the city, of evil vices
Everybody calling it home
In the time when it and rises
A rush is provoking its fall

In the air

In
that blows out
In the
The
out
Flying

horses
They blood thirst
Firing
On way
crosses
They slay, burst
In black
are the god's enemies
They are the god's
They are breed

While preys run
They over frays and nuns
the Hun
Barbarian of blazes following the sun

the Hun
Is bad seed, and devil son
The bad is done
For all is fleeing and can hold on no one

Rome is just
Ave Rex!
times complete
Honores!
The dust just
vox!
It's white neat
Mal atrox!

They're near the
Ave Rex!
To new rule
Honores!
and pity
res!
Victory's

Demonorum
noctis
Malus et Dei