"Constantinople. Either I conquer you, or you conquer me!"
- Mehmed II

Fear the Athar
The scourge of Basileuousa
Our godly dagger is intended to conquer
From the shadows we rise
Apostles of darkness

As I carry my divine mission in my body and soul
On this night, I aim for the towers to shatter
By my hands!
The eleventh hour of Rome
Beneath the nightfall

A bloody orb in the sky
Destined to glow
The holy flag will be marred in the dirt

In the dark of night awakes the moon
Then she was lost to sight
And a mighty wind arose
In an eastbound tide of gold
For a thousand years and more
And in legend long before
Has stood the city walls
in the dream of Osman's hoard

The ghosts of the bygone legends
Have risen from ages of slumber
To witness a new world rise with dawn

Nos vincent
Dii somus deorum
Venerunt ab inferno