B***d does not turn to water,

You grew up bound in chains, In Istanbul’s foreign veins, But in your heart a secret flame, Burned bright, unbreakable name. You held a sword for foes, Yet your soul to Greece still rose. When called by homeland’s cry, You never once turned shy. In foreign lands you fought so hard, Under Turkish rule, scarred, But your motherland’s deep sigh, Broke every chain, made you fly. When fire came to claim your soul, You swore to f***t and pay the toll, For soil, for faith, for liberty’s breath, To dye your b***d, defy your death. You threw away your rank and pride, For love, your family by your side. Your Maria, your children dear, Became your homeland, crystal clear. They caught you, tortured for your creed, To worship gods you would not heed. But child of Digenis, bold and true, You swore your oath to skies so blue: B***d does not turn to water, Roots run deep in sacred soil. In mother earth’s embrace we grow, Strong and free, we f***t and toil. And if they snuffed your flame away, Your sons still hold the light today. And from Maria’s sacred tears, Freedom’s cloth is born through years