The Fall of a Kingdom

[Verse 1] From the shadows of history's darkest night, Rise the echoes of a city's plight. Baghdad's walls once proud and tall, Now they crumble, they shall fall. Beneath the moon's grim gaze, The hordes of doom, they come ablaze. Axes wielded, swords unsheathed, In the name of conquest, they seethe. [Chorus] [Male Growling Vocals] Sack of Baghdad, infernal wrath, Blood and fire, in its aftermath. Caliph's throne now stained with dread, Echoes of the fallen, the silent dead. [Verse 2] A legacy of wisdom, now laid bare, As flames consume the treasures rare. Scrolls of knowledge turned to ash, In the carnage, silence, and thrash. Horrors unleashed upon the streets, As fate's cruel hand relentlessly beats. Screams drowned by the conqueror's roar, Baghdad's agony forevermore. [Chorus] [Male Growling Vocals] Sack of Baghdad, infernal wrath, Blood and fire, in its aftermath. Caliph's throne now stained with dread, Echoes of the fallen, the silent dead. [Bridge] In the ruins, whispers haunt, Of a once-great empire now gaunt. Memories etched in sorrow's scroll, As darkness claims Baghdad whole. [Melodic Guitar Interlude] [Chorus] Sack of Baghdad, infernal wrath, Blood and fire, in its aftermath. Caliph's throne now stained with dread, Echoes of the fallen, the silent dead. [Arabic Folk Instrumental] [Verse 3] From the Tigris' mournful flow, To the gardens where poets' words once grow. Now the rivers run red with despair, As the conqueror's cruelty fills the air. In the heart of the city's maze, Lies the tomb of a golden age. But even in death, Baghdad shall cry, For the glory lost under the conqueror's sky. [Chorus] Sack of Baghdad, infernal wrath, Blood and fire, in its aftermath. Caliph's throne now stained with dread, Echoes of the fallen, the silent dead. [Outro] [Fade-Out]