INVICTUS -Moldavian Fog (Battle Of Vaslui)

Freezing fog upon the Moldavian land Stephen strikes with holy, iron hand The Ottoman army marches with pride One hundred thousand men side by side But the High Bridge is a deadly path Ready to face the Christian king's wrath The fog is blind, they can't see the track Stephen orders the hidden men to attack From the woods the horns falsely sound Confusion spreads on the marshy ground The heavy infantry sinks in the mud The cold swamp is thirsty for blood Holy rage by Stephen the Great Seal the invaders' bloody fate Drown and die in the mire Vaslui belongs to the cross and the fire The trap is sprung, the cannons roar The greedy sultan loses the war The vanguard breaks, the elite troops run They flee the wrath of the northern sun The Crescent falls in the cold river bed The valley is paved with thousands of dead Holy rage by Stephen the Great Seal the invaders' bloody fate Drown and die in the mire Vaslui belongs to the cross and the fire The fog clears away The Moldavian sword won the day No mercy for the sultan's crown The mighty empire is tumbling down