The Ottoman Empire in Full Swing

From the Bosphorus to golden domes

Under shadow we call home

Janissaries stand in rows

Empires rise where the river flows

The sultan's throne a gilded seat

Feels the pulse of calls and feats

Marketplaces bustling loud

Empires raised above the crowd

Ottoman fires burning bright

History written in the night

Tales of glory tales of might

Ottoman fires burning bright

Mosques that touch the satin sky

Minarets and pashas high

Intrigues weave in harem walls

Empires never hear the falls

Golden horns and silk brocades

Whispers slip through palace raids

An empire never slows its gait

The Crescent Moon decides its fate

Ottoman fires burning bright

History written in the night

Tales of glory tales of might

Ottoman fires burning bright