Rise - Conquerors of the Ninth Century lyrics

Approaching from afar a storm Gathering the blackest of all skies Yet it seems as if the storm was alive Could it be that Hell was unleashed from beneath? The legend was told for centuries An army that wore the face of Hell itself Bronze shields and iron will Encircles the flesh of war demons Clearly seen now they were The conquerors of the ninth century All silence and peace vanish As they invade the Carpathians Where Attila once reigned and fell Now Arpad rides as Emperor Into the fatherland Solo: Istvan What must come is now here Mercy to none to conquer is to k** The earth must be fed, divine victory Harrowing grief, for every one of us A hundred more must die By campfires we toast to our martyrs Over your grave may the great river flow You are the saint of the damned And king of our hearts Solo: Istvan We await the storm