The city is lost now; theres no time for sleeping Were dying; were falling; our women are weeping The souls of our children, like bricks and like mortar So helpless and broken, like lambs to the slaughter Enemy! Enemy at the gates! Enemy! Enemy at the gates! Enemy! Enemy at the gates! At the gates! At the gates! The wardrums are pounding a rhythm divine Our soldiers are marching for one final time The rabble approaches, now sensing our fear Barbarian conquest, of all we hold dear [chorus] By Mehmed and Ishak our city is torn Their ships anchored fast off the coast of the Horn Our warriors lie helpless, now covered in flies Neath ragged aggressors with greed in their eyes [chorus] We cant match the strength of the Janissaries Anatolian justice, were brought to our knees Byzantine heroes, struck dumb with awe And labouring under the Saracen claw
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 23:40:30 +0000
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