Heir of the Rising Sun

"I dreamt of a dream. I saw a goodly tree sprang forth from my bosom, and grew in beauty and in strength until the embracing verdure of its branches canopied the horizon. Under its shade stood four mountains, and from its roots gushed four rivers that gurgled through lush valleys glittering with stately cities, with domes, pyramids and towers. The Crescent shone on their summits, and from their galleries sounded the Muezzin’s call, whose echoing prayers swirled around beneath the living roof of the all-overarching tree. Suddenly there arose a mighty wind, and turned the points of the sword shaped leaves towards the city of Constantinople; Placed at the junction of two seas and two continents, like a diamond set between two sapphires and two emeralds, to form the most precious stone in a ring of universal empire!" - Osman

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

The earth embraces you Regent of temples gone Righteous empress reveals Icons of heavens lost When day and night unify for a sign shall we find Fragments of stones of He Who patiently awaits on the shores Centuries of celebration in silence and blindness Soundless war is called Empty words and voices Lady of the morning, celebrate! As the story unfolds Bitter tales to be untold A descent she sacrificed A dismal presage of her eternal reign με το όνομα της βασίλισσας

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

"Glory to God who has thought me worthy to finish this work. Solomon, I have outdone you." - Justinian Primordial breed Scions of the western rubbles Thriving and sailing through their destined path in darker ages Against an heritage born of centuries lost in fire and war The gift of a glorious past that tends to the seeds of domination Nova Roma Into the endless sky Until thousand years have gone by From a noble expanse she will own our time Dawn of awakening Sculpting the shape of history Walls and oceans shelters the heir of the rising sun Collision of worlds Revealed the eternal cycle A cosmic beat in harmony bestowed to the mysteries above The chosen liege has gifted faith with a weld of balance A blissful sacrament that carries a sacred oath As the fallen rain becomes the rising dew As the dead of night is slowly filled with lights anew I will carry all the gifts of nations born in ageless stones And hold the fall of countless more

"The spider weaves the curtains in the palace of the Caesars. The owl calls the watches in the towers of Afrasiab." - Mehmed II

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

In the name of Freya, glorious goddess of the bright halls Vidarr, give us the heart from afar In the name of Herja, bringer of fire Heimdall, lord of eternal timeline Forth! To the mythical land of Austr Trample on the plains and the sands of the eastern realms Over Vannet Videre Til ære We have no fear Of the enemy We thirst for glory Down the mouth of Aegir Through the raven eyes From which I cannot see The guidance of the serpent Leads us to our victory Their names are carved in endless stones To honor and immortalize their lives Fenrir i øynene våre Our swords will be blunted and stained with blood Vidar i sverdene våre Ee fight until we feast with ancient gods Odin allmektige guder Where shall resound the hymn of the fallen Our home is far behind On a journey over land and sea Miklagard, our destiny The road is by the day Our fortune in the hands of fate Where the river bends we're carried by the waves Sailing through the river's gorge Descending like a storm Standing proud and tall Heading into the heart of the waterfalls I will reduce to ashes This legacy of old Their victories forgotten Until a homeless memory remains

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

March! March! March to eastern lands Follow the Sign of the Cross and the call of gold Revenge on the greek usurper And with his blood, the promise of riches Through the Gate of Romanus they charge But their will is faltered by fear The bane of the warrior's mind That wilts to its burden The Treacherous Hunt! For honor and praise of the Lord The Treacherous Hunt! Reclaiming the throne of the Romans They melt the icons and the relics And betrayed their ethereal stature Bewildered by the spoils of war and the lust of treasures In a furious assault, their eyes like in a mirror reflection Sees the misery of martyrs impaired match their anger Holding the shield and the sword And bearing the wrath of the stars Forged with an iron heart Embracing the will of the One The Spirit! The Son! Until thy kingdom has come Deus Le Volt In Seaculorum Pater, Filium Domine Iesu Qui es in Caelis Ora Pronobis Signum, Amen! The city has fallen in their hands Branding their souls with an eternal sin The order born through an offering to the divine sovereign

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Τη υπερμάχω στρατηγώ τα νικητήρια Ως λυτρωθείσα των δεινών ευχαριστήρια Αναγράφω Σοι η πόλις Σου Θεοτόκε Αλλ' ως έχουσα το κράτος απροσμάχητον Εκ παντοίων με κινδύνων ελευθέρωσον ίνα κράζω Σοι· Χαίρε Νύμφη Ανύμφευτε

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Part I: The Prayer Κάτω από τη σοφία σου, Διοικούμε, Θεοτόκος ---- Part 2: The Advent Lightning! On the dome of the Holy Wisdom A glooming sight of despair For the final Roman emperor On the alarmed air Theotokos! Why have you forsaken me? And when the bells, so somber Pleads the souls to pray The ghosts enchanted Sweeps in the barren streets, astray Theotokos! Why have you forsaken me? Theotokos! As you fade away from me And from the sea to the Golden Horn I watch the towers up high at my side The city of God, where the ancient glory of Rome Now meets the eastern shores Noble Mother, I open my arms to thee I will endure the assault of the oppressor And if the walls won't hold the night As they have done a hundred times I won't hide behind my crown For the honor of the fallen warriors Who now stand in the halls of light Forebearers, I open my arms to thee As the child out of its womb The virgin leaving us to our doom Under an auspicious blood moon Yet our faith shall remain immune ---- Part 3: The Fall To leave the land of which I was once a son? To yield the walls of my fathers and live, but forever lost? If the will of God is the city must fall on this night I shall fall at the side of the warriors who gave up their life I lay down to save our legacy Not erased from history My sons! Do not forget! For we too long have loved and prayed our God To be afraid of the light And if nothing remains tomorrow Only silence and fearful shadows My sons! Do not forsake! Tomorrow we wake in the halls of light And shall be remembered like falling stars Fight! Ride! To Death! To Glory! I dare not live in utter scorn Nor die in such a dooming fate The end of the line is nigh ---- Part 4: The Lament Γιατί πουλί μ΄ δεν κελαηδείς πως κελαηδούσες πρώτα Για πώς μπορώ να κελαηδώ Με κόψαν τα φτερούδια μου με πήραν τη λαλιά μου Μας πήρανε μπρ’ αμάν την Πόλη μας Μας πήρανε μπρ’ την Πόλη μας την Πόλη μας και την Αγια-Σοφιά μας Κλαίγει πικράν η Παναγιά

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025