| Fort terrois imparata | |
| Terra mortes est sembrata | |
| Demonorum generatjo | |
| Romanorum contestatio | |
| 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 its fall | |
| In the air | |
| Everywhere | |
| In despair | |
| Gust that blows out | |
| In the breeze | |
| The disease | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Demonorum imperator | |
| Fillium noctis | |
| Malus et hostis Dei |