“Oh Tamerlane” — A Haunting Lament for the Fall of Damascus

They did not fall in battle.
They were burned behind sealed doors.

This song is told from the perspective of a woman in Damascus, witnessing the city’s destruction during the invasion of Tamerlane (Timur)—when fire, betrayal, and terror erased centuries of life in a single night.

Markets that once whispered spice and laughter
became corridors of smoke.
Sacred halls turned into furnaces.
Jasmine—symbol of Damascus—fell into ash.

“Lament of the Fallen Jasmine” is not a song of revenge.
It is a lament—for mothers, children, craftsmen, and the innocent whose names history rarely remembers.

This is a slow, cinematic piano and cello elegy:
sung from a female civilian perspective
grounded in documented historical atrocities
ending not in triumph, but in silence

If you are drawn to:
forgotten history
songs about fallen cities
grief told softly, not shouted
music that leaves you still after it ends

then this lament is for you.

📝 FULL LYRICS
Verse 1

Beneath the jasmine clinging to old stone
My children laughed where golden light had grown
The Umayyad gleamed in quiet gold and blue
A fragile peace — my world, my love, with you

Markets whispered spice and gentle calls
Evening prayers rose softly through the walls
A mother’s lullaby, a husband’s calm embrace
We trusted time would never change this place

Pre-Chorus

Then iron shadows bled across the sky
The night descended — and taught the world to die

Chorus

Oh Tamerlane, you stole the light from flame
You drowned Damascus deep within your name
The innocent bled for your ruthless gain
Yet still I breathe… whispering your name
In endless dark, my shattered heart remains

Verse 2

The gates gave way like brittle autumn leaves
No oath was honored, no mercy left to breathe
I clutched my child as streets ignited red
Where joy once bloomed, now only screams were bred

They herded faithful into sacred halls
Sealed every door — then watched the inferno fall
Thirty thousand voices choked in smoke and cries
While towers rose from skulls beneath cold skies

Pre-Chorus

They spoke of safety — words that turned to lies
As ashes rained like our last goodbyes

Chorus

Oh Tamerlane, you stole the light from flame
You drowned Damascus deep within your name
The innocent bled for your ruthless gain
Yet still I breathe… whispering your name
In endless dark, my shattered heart remains

Arabic Verse

يَا دِمَشْقُ يَا جُرْحًا لا يَنْدَمِلُ أَبَدَا
أَحْرَقُوكِ حَتَّى صَارَ نُورُكِ رَمَدَا
كَتَبُوا الْمَوْتَ دَمًا عَلَى جِبَاهِ أَطْفَالِنَا
وَسَمَّوْهُ فَتْحًا… وَمَا هُوَ إِلَّا عَدَمَا

Arabic → English Translation

O Damascus, a wound that never heals,
They burned you until your light became ash.
They wrote death in blood upon our children’s brows
And called it conquest—when it was only annihilation.

Bridge

Now jasmine wilts on fields of ash and bone
My husband’s gaze is stone — forever alone
Craftsmen dragged in chains to distant lands
Their children’s cries lost in these empty hands

I wander streets where pyres mock the light
A widow veiled in white, swallowed by night
(whisper)
What heaven blinds itself to such despair?
What god allows this endless horror here?

Final Chorus

Oh Tamerlane… you stole… the light…
Left only ash… and everlasting night…
No names survive… no songs… no sacred ground…
Just this faint breath — this fractured sound…

Why must the blameless always pay the price?
In your dark shadow… paradise… dies…

Outro

Jasmine fallen…
Gone…
Forever


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