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Anon from the castle wallsThe crescent banner falls,And the crowd beholds instead,Like a portent in the sky,Iskander’s banner fly,The Black Eagle with double head;And a shout ascends on high,For men’s souls are tired of the Turks,And their wicked ways and works,That have made of Ak-HissarA city of the plague;And the loud, exultant cryThat echoes wide and farIs: “Long live Scanderbeg!
