Yeni Kader

The countryside grows bleak with war and refugees
tribes from the plains graze like brazen bison on parade
One stands afront Damascus in his hand
sharp and bloodstained worshipping the wolf

His language written for the herd
the canine predator´s cry
Nature of birth and murder
Treachery and alliance

On the edge of akdeniz stocky frilly and well laiden

Castles and grandez all the forts, lords and maidens
echos of the cathedral chambers chants and hymns
 The kilij runs across the byzantine throat
coins fall out like blood

Deep corruption hidden deep within the tunic
The purge coming from the steppe fiend
No wall or rock structure a haven
The horse and bow the wolf and raven

Eastern rome a ruin
The nomad battle hardy 
The crusader lost and heavy
Fears the fall more than hell

The unruly tribe consumes the souls
of a few die hard siege stubborn keepers
Fire and the blade a few courageous words about god
As the pious arrogant head is separated from shoulders

Between two seas a new god is painted
cruel empires are smashed and decimated
Centuries grow teeth
Empty land grows warriors