Drop Your Blade!

It is over.

It is all over.

All the hopes of solidifying his kingdom, all the hopes of rebuilding the Sultanate

Is now over.

The dream, overshadowed by the hooves from the east,

Loomed over by the smog of war,

Making the Sanjek finally realise, that what he has hoped for,

Has already became a distant past.

Here he is, devoted to serve a Sultan,

Who has already ceased to existence;

Here he stands, amidst the chaos,

Feeling the choking fumes of war, smelling the rusty smell of blood.

From the distant Lake of Van to the Land of Epirus where they stand;

The former lands of the Ottomans have plunged into hell,

And only today did the Sanjek find out,

There is nothing he can do about it.

No matter how hard he weeps,

No matter how hard he tries,

It is all over.

All over.