That was the last night of the battle to death 

There among corpses and terrible moaning 

Samuil's standing at the abandoned and boundless

field 

His black hair flowing, his head held up in proud 

Wrapped up by the dark, bent over his crown 

Lost down in his thoughts of dismal 



Distant shout in the dark woke up pains in his soul 

Torn out messenger, pale like the Death 

Was riding up his way bringing sad message along to

him



"They're coming back, my great master,

All twelve regiments captured, crippled and blinded

Each hundred off warriors handed by one-eyed mate 

To lead them the way"



And the courage died frozen in his heart of stone 

Standing up, from the hill Samuil

Saw the dungeon inside 

With strong hand and roaring voice 

Let this oath to pass with the wind 



"Oh! Mother of misery 

Your tears seeded on the ground 

To grow up and raise from dead 

The greatest Bulgarian sons"



The forest was his eternal home   

The immortal sky was a shelter 

The wind was his closest ally 

The darkness, his guardian Angel