The Purple Throne (Ὁ Πορφυροῦς Θρόνος) - Epic Byzantine Music

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. Indeed, you have spoken, Romans, immortal. From Byzantium, from sea and fire, Many have taken the crown of heaven. Golden gates and luminous shields, Built upon faith and truth. Ancient laws and Roman scepters, They are always alive in us, never dead. We are not shadows of time, we are not the past. but flesh and kingdom and eternal throne. The king shall be crowned in holy light. Mercy and iron in the will of God, Army of the unshaken, they shout, with the voice of the hand they speak, One faith, one principle. The duke of the Roman Empire, Honor to the citizen who rules. as long as the ages and the joy Constantinople lives. The aτochēphī and the nōmos, Glory to you and your faith, The holy ones have died, Romans. And they ruled. Grain has come forth from the soil and the sowing, George and soldier, one unit, one voice. The Pyrelian sailed upon the waves of the churning sea, And the sea feared our name. Arabs, Nabataeans, Bragians, and Barbarians You would have come as the one who was speaking, O ungrateful one. The Romans seized it when the Ides had passed, With the form and the crown, use it. Lord, guard Your city, Lord, guard Your people If falling, O rulers, having fallen after the rain and the dew. Time is testing us. And we remained. We fear the end. That history returns. Duchy of the Roman Empire, Glory to your faith, From Constantine to the farthest end, Hour in the desert, in light in power. The city was falling. I was there when you were alive, if you still live The throne groans with history, One faith, one kingdom, one city.