Kronos - Disease Of God lyrics

[Ode to the mighty battlelord] [Music : Grams, Tems - Lyrics : Tems] Coming from the frozen Siberia Defying the nothern cold winds Attila, the disease of god Attila, the mighty battlelord Whose face makes christians scream Whose name is grunted with fear Infernal disease of god Feeding with warlust Endless dream of conquest Growns your mind Unnumbered soldiers gathered as one Romans hatred link them to the real victory Art of destruction, embodiement of cruelty Behind there's a battlepath which never ends A universe made of tears and flesh Ruler of the global undivine fire Whose face make christians scream Whose name is grunted with fear Never romans saw such men Dark, gellow-skinned, flat and split face With beasts skins on their back What are your name, you, barbarians ? Only by a wild grunt they answered hioung Coming from the frozen Siberia Defying the nothern mistywinds Attila, the disease of god Attila, the undivine battlelord Whose laughter put the world on fire Whose eyes make the purest souls blind Attila... empire of hate Attila... till the end of time Attila... as the final one ... vae victis ... as the final ... vae victis