[Intro - Spoken over low, brooding doom chords and djembe pulse] [timing 10/8] Smoke coils thick from the brazier’s bowl, Ivory slats frame my fractured soul. A drop of blood on the cold dark stone Through Fates Dead Whispers, the story is known. Hear my chant! This legend shall whisper... The rise of the Akıncı, the Wolf of the River. [scream] AAAAAAAUUUGH!!! [fade to quiet strings] [bittersweet somber acoustic strings] [soft hand drums] [solitary male vocal] [Verse 1] Once his laughter was gold in the heart of the camp, A bright-eyed boy by the frontier lamp. Then came seduction, her silver-tongued lies, Her touch was betrayal, and so his spirit died. She sealed his heart in a frozen tomb, Trapping his soul in despair and doom. He clawed his way out through ash and dust, A heart forged hard by the death of trust. [powerful viking frame drums] [chugging riffs] [Zurna drone] [timing 9/8] [solitary male vocal] [Pre-Chorus] Stripped of his sorrow, stripped of his name. On banks of the Danube, he stoked his flame, He built the longboat of iron and oak, And began his chant of the battle-smoke. [timing 7/8] [Turkish metal vocal] [Davul drumming gallop] [Zurna intense flourishes] [solitary male vocal] [Chorus] Tuna sisinde, demiri soğuk! Eski bir ruhla, kırık kalbi doluk! Ey Jaiyk! Coşan suların efendisi! Çeliği ver eline, gözünde fırtına izi! Gri sularda bıraktı gözyaşlarını birer birer... İşte kudretli Weekingur, Nehrin Kurdu (Irmak Kurdu)! [breakdown] [timing 5/8] [powerful viking frame drums] [chugging bass riffs] [Saz strings razor jamming] [solitary male vocal] [Verse 2] No longer broken, his fury unbound, He pushed the prow to the churning sound. The river spirits answered his call, His shadow brings doom to the fortress wall. With animal pelts and a cold, flat stare, He leads the storm through the freezing air. Lightning strikes as the raiders land— Fury carved by a river-man’s hand. [Drum Solo - Fast, galloping thrash rhythm mimicking horse hooves and roaring rapids] [breakdown] [solitary male vocal] [Chorus] Tuna sisinde, demiri soğuk! Eski bir ruhla, kırık kalbi doluk! Ey Jaiyk! Coşan suların efendisi! Çeliği ver eline, gözünde fırtına izi! Gri sularda bıraktı gözyaşlarını birer birer... İşte kudretli Weekingur, Nehrin Kurdu (Irmak Kurdu)! [calm] [smooth baritone vocal] [Outro] The ivory rattles, the incense fades, The river recedes with sharp ringing blades. The Wrekkoner gasps in the candle-gleam, Wiping the sweat from agony’s dream. Out in the dark, where the cold winds shiver... The legend lives on. The Wolf of the River. [breakdown]
