Theoktist
"As I embrace God
I embrace power
With his gavel
I forge stability
For evil is marching...
And Europe is crying"
In age of clashing truths
I make my mind to last
Allah screams at my land
With a hundred thousand throats
Maslama by sea
And Suleiman on foot
Byzantines in fear
I, Tervel, come to aid
I serve God Sky
Observed by Christ
Of Dulo I rise
For thousands Arab gasps
As Khan, I lead
Ten thousand Pagan army
On foot, with wind
We come to scorch their souls
Constantinopolis is welcoming the battle
Its people cut their feet
While we behead their souls
In spring, the city
Gets drowned in blood and guts
Four thousand dead the first day
The first attack
Am I one?
Who bows before the light
Saint of dark bloodline
Trivelius Theoktist
I am one
One with the light
King of dark bloodline
The only one Theoktist
The fright is approaching
As Arab blood paints the sky
Surrounded by my force
Imprisoned by my Gods
As winter prevails
Impending misery
The vortex
Of doom
Is crippling in the wind
They eat their excrements
Like mice
They crawl
Start killing one another
To taste their corpse and blood
Cold hunger
And fear
Collapsed them on their knees
The strenght
Of Bulgars
Deep mark in history
Arab blood paints the sky
I embrace power
With his gavel
I forge stability
For evil is marching...
And Europe is crying"
In age of clashing truths
I make my mind to last
Allah screams at my land
With a hundred thousand throats
Maslama by sea
And Suleiman on foot
Byzantines in fear
I, Tervel, come to aid
I serve God Sky
Observed by Christ
Of Dulo I rise
For thousands Arab gasps
As Khan, I lead
Ten thousand Pagan army
On foot, with wind
We come to scorch their souls
Constantinopolis is welcoming the battle
Its people cut their feet
While we behead their souls
In spring, the city
Gets drowned in blood and guts
Four thousand dead the first day
The first attack
Am I one?
Who bows before the light
Saint of dark bloodline
Trivelius Theoktist
I am one
One with the light
King of dark bloodline
The only one Theoktist
The fright is approaching
As Arab blood paints the sky
Surrounded by my force
Imprisoned by my Gods
As winter prevails
Impending misery
The vortex
Of doom
Is crippling in the wind
They eat their excrements
Like mice
They crawl
Start killing one another
To taste their corpse and blood
Cold hunger
And fear
Collapsed them on their knees
The strenght
Of Bulgars
Deep mark in history
Arab blood paints the sky
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Dinev
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