The Fall of Constantinople
Crush them!
Hate them!
Kill them!
Slay them!
With thunderous sound, the walls are breached
Soldiers come charging in
The Janissaries to their work
With scimitar and pike
The canons scream, the bells ring out
The churches razed in flames
The holy city’s corridors
Lie choking with the dead
Crush them!
Hate them!
Kill them!
Slay them!
The soldiers lust for violence
Is sated on her masses
The holy brides of Christ
Arе ravaged on the altar
Her childrеn so innocent
Now slaves unto the Sheik
The icons of the saints
Lie trampled in the ashes
The crosses are torn from the steeples
In their place, the crescent moon
The eyes of the saints are gouged out with daggers
Hagia Sophia lies in desolation
The crosses are torn from the steeples
In their place, the crescent moon
The eyes of the saints are gouged out with daggers
Hagia Sophia lies in desolation
The Theotokos goes unheard
Her intercessions failed
The city once so beautiful
Wallows in destruction
Man’s true self is revealed
When left to his own whims
With God on their side
All crimes are justified