And Now For A Little Infidel Rock

BABA NOVAK
Music & Lyrics: Transsylvania Phoenix

"The mighty Sultan's Army
From Constantionopole
Comes marching to rob and enslave

They come from South into our homeland
Across the border

The muslims come to take their toll
Big turbans covering their heads
Their eyes shine like gold coins
Greedy and ignorant eyes


Holy war! cries the Prophet
Slain the infidel!

Make the sign of the cross, my Christian brother.
Learn what your destiny is,
And in the deep forest take refuge

Holy Mother of Christ,
Lord Jesus!
From the sunset a cloud of dust is rising

It's the merry gang of Baba Novak.

Their horses are flying
They ride on the horses of death

Naked and and panicked, under attack the muslims are -my Christian brothers!
The turks are running losing their shoes

The death is coming upon them
Seven are the men who puts them on the run, and with them is Baba Novak

Naked and and panicked under attack the muslims are -my Christian brothers!
The turks are running for their lives, losing the shoes from their feet

The death is coming upon them
Seven are the men who puts them on the run, and with them is Baba Novak



Seven like in Tabernacle, the holy Seven

Sultan's sons dug their father's grave,
With enough spare room to fit his green turban inside

Their horses fall, the dirt is red with blood, their teeth are knocked out of their mouth
Their eye sockets are empty and cannot see the sky, under the night's dark bed.


Their horses are flying
They ride on the horses of death

Naked and and panicked, my Christian brothers
The turks are running losing their shoes
The death is coming upon them

Seven are the men who puts them on the run, and with them is Baba Novak"