Anon from the castle walls The 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 cry That echoes wide and Paris: "Long live Slandered!