Fall Of Byzanz

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 world 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
They build a bridge to heaven
To see the world unfold
But seeds of disillusion
Were planted in sand, to blossom in enemy's land
Gold-sprinkled servant, east-roman child
Like God's own creation, where the blisters of ages in glory subside
They build a bridge to heaven
To see the world unfold
But seeds of disillusion
Were planted in sand, to blossom in enemy's land