“Steel of the Despot”

Lyrics :

Born in the shadow of a fallen crown,
A kingdom bleeding, yet unbowed,
Son of Lazar, heir of the cross,
Raised in fire, forged by loss.
From Kosovo’s dust he rose again,
With iron will and sharpened pen,
A warrior-poet, blade and mind,
A lion’s heart, a fate entwined.

Between the East and the West he stood,
With honor sworn and brotherhood,
Not bent by fear, not chained by fate,
A ruler strong, a mind so great.

Steel of the Despot, faith and flame,
Knight of honor, timeless name,
Through storm and war your banner flies,
Wisdom in words, fire in your eyes.
Steel of the Despot, crown and sword,
Protector of the broken lord,
In books and blood your legacy lives,
A king who fights, a poet who gives.

At Nicopolis the banners clashed,
Iron thunder, futures smashed,
Among the knights of foreign lands,
He stood unbroken, blade in hand.
Belgrade’s walls rose strong and high,
A white city beneath the sky,
A refuge built with vision clear,
Where learning thrived instead of fear.

He knew the weight of every choice,
The cost of silence, the power of voice,
Not just a sword to rule the land,
But law and word to make it stand.

Steel of the Despot, faith and flame,
Knight of honor, timeless name,
Through storm and war your banner flies,
Wisdom in words, fire in your eyes.
Steel of the Despot, crown and sword,
Protector of the broken lord,
In books and blood your legacy lives,
A king who fights, a poet who gives.

Between empires, between thrones,
He walked a path he made his own,
Not a tyrant, not a slave,
But free in mind, courageous, brave.
From “Slovo ljubve” softly spoken,
To battle lines never broken,
Love and war in equal part,
A scholar’s soul, a warrior’s heart.

Steel of the Despot, time can’t erase,
The mark you left, the path you traced,
From Serbia’s past your voice still calls,
Through ruined fields and fortress walls.
Steel of the Despot, stand and rise,
A mortal man with endless skies,
Your name endures through death and flame,
Stefan Lazarević — eternal name.