That was the last night of the battle to death

There among corpses and terrible moaning

Samuil's standing at the abandoned and boundless

field

His black hair flowing, his head held up in proud

Wrapped up by the dark, bent over his crown

Lost down in his thoughts of dismal



Distant shout in the dark woke up pains in his soul

Torn out messenger, pale like the Death

Was riding up his way bringing sad message along to

him



"They're coming back, my great master,

All twelve regiments captured, crippled and blinded

Each hundred off warriors handed by one-eyed mate

To lead them the way"



And the courage died frozen in his heart of stone

Standing up, from the hill Samuil

Saw the dungeon inside

With strong hand and roaring voice

Let this oath to pass with the wind



"Oh! Mother of misery

Your tears seeded on the ground

To grow up and raise from dead

The greatest Bulgarian sons"



The forest was his eternal home

The immortal sky was a shelter

The wind was his closest ally

The darkness, his guardian Angel