Lyrics

In the cold of winter, the snow it fell,
Hamza Bey rode, his heart steadfast, so well.
A protector of lands, a leader so bold,
With honor he carried the empire’s fold.
But betrayal lurked where the shadows lie,
Vlad the Impaler, his cousin, nearby.
An army of death, with stakes to raise,
The skies turned dark, and the world did freeze.


Oh, Gazi Hamza, noble and true,
Felled by the hand that once he knew.
Impaled on a stake, a treacherous fall,
The cold winds whispered his death's cruel call.
With bones shattered, and blood that did stain,
He fell to the ground in a brutal campaign.
But his sons, with valor, gathered his rest,
And laid him to sleep in Bursa’s sacred crest.


It was 1460-61, a mission so dire,
To Wallachia’s gates, to meet with fire.
An embassy sent, with Hamza at lead,
But treachery moved, and the blood did feed.
On the road back, the ambush did strike,
Vlad’s men did rise like wolves in the night.
Hamza’s form, impaled on a stake,
A highest honor, his rank at stake.

Oh, Gazi Hamza, noble and true,
Felled by the hand that once he knew.
Impaled on a stake, a treacherous fall,
The cold winds whispered his death's cruel call.
With bones shattered, and blood that did stain,
He fell to the ground in a brutal campaign.
But his sons, with valor, gathered his rest,
And laid him to sleep in Bursa’s sacred crest.


When Mehmed heard of his fate, so grim,
His fury roared, the light grew dim.
In rage he struck, Mahmud felt his hand,
The news of his kin’s death broke his command.
A legacy lost in the snow’s cold grip,
But Hamza’s spirit would never slip.


Oh, Gazi Hamza, noble and true,
Felled by the hand that once he knew.
Impaled on a stake, a treacherous fall,
The cold winds whispered his death's cruel call.
With bones shattered, and blood that did stain,
He fell to the ground in a brutal campaign.
But his sons, with valor, gathered his rest,
And laid him to sleep in Bursa’s sacred crest.


Now his tomb stands, a monument tall,
In Bursa’s heart, his legacy calls.
A mosque and graves where his kin now lay,
A hero’s rest, where he’ll forever stay.
Hamza Bey, your name shall rise,
A spirit unbroken, a legacy in the skies.