Great Leader
Moribund Oblivion
4:58Brave men on peevish horse back Ancestral spears on their hand Scream of fathers grew on their hand The fear of Turks spread out to the four winds Don't let your blood aged Don't let your lover know If she knows don't let her cry If she cries, let her look to the sky Roads are closed stars are dimmed Only one star faces to you Turk lives no matter what His soul is big his grave is small