Fall of Byzanz - Sons Of Seasons

Gold-sprinkled servant, east-roman child

Like God’s own creation, where the blisters of ages in glory subside

Speaking of wisdom, speaking of pride

I stare down the bridges and conjure up the old heart of mankind

Justinian’s children saw the coming of the Osman Foray

Failing allegiance no friend in need, so that’s what they say

They build a bridge to heaven

To see the Word unfold

But seeds of disillusion

Were planted in sand, to blossom in enemy’s land

When bloodshed has started, the siege began

A clash of religions, as some failed conversations brought death in the end

Thinking about sadness, thinking about pain

I still hear the echoes, paradise shattered by steel-bladed rain

The prophet’s disciples went for battle and for heaven’s reward

Belief is a leader, inspiration, and a reason for war