Rise of the Turks From the winds where the wild horses ran, Under endless skies across the ancient land, Voices gathered, banners rose, Forged by mountains, rivers, snow. From the first great khagans, bold and free, A people shaped by destiny. Steel in spirit, hearts unbent, Every generation left its testament. Across the plains the echoes rolled, Stories carried, centuries old. Every child learned every name, Keeping bright the living flame. Not by gold and not by throne, But by courage deeply sown. Step by step through storm and fire, Rising ever, climbing higher. Forever we stand, forever we rise, Children beneath the endless skies. Through every age our voices ring, Strong together, proud we sing. From ancient roots to this new day, Time could never wear away. Hand in hand through history, The Turkish spirit will be free. Stone remembers every tread, Paths our countless fathers led. Mothers' songs and craftsmen's hands, Built the soul of many lands. Every season, every dawn, Another generation carried on. Not forgetting where we came, Holding high our ancient name. Empires faded into dust, Yet people lived because of trust. Families gathered, hopes renewed, Strength returned with every brood. Languages, music, dance, and art, Living treasures of the heart. Through the centuries they remain, Like rivers flowing after rain. Forever we stand, forever we rise, Children beneath the endless skies. Through every age our voices ring, Strong together, proud we sing. From ancient roots to this new day, Time could never wear away. Hand in hand through history, The Turkish spirit will be free. Morning breaks on every hill, Ancient voices whisper still. Past and future side by side, Walking on with humble pride. Every challenge, every climb, Adds another verse to time. Every heartbeat, every name, Feeds the everlasting flame. So let the mountains hear the call, One shared story binding all. From the first riders to today, The journey never fades away. Honor earned through countless years, Marked by laughter, marked by tears. May tomorrow always see The strength of Turkish history. Forever we stand, forever we rise, Children beneath the endless skies. Through every age our voices ring, Strong together, proud we sing. From ancient roots to this new day, Time could never wear away. Hand in hand through history, The Turkish spirit will be free.
