Disease of God - Kronos



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



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