The Fall Of Black Fortress

Look at walls of the Fortress of Ghosts

That has never been captured before

Look at sullen towers, sockets of windows,

At the gloomy air of walls made of stone

For the last time

Look at her majestic silhouette

Towering over the ancient oaks

She was the guardian of this land

But soon her yards

And nearby fields will be full of blood

Since our gods have forgotten

about their favourite people

It was too late

When we saw the hostile hordes

There had been something vicious

in the air for a long time

Insane old men

were shouting out their prophecies

But no one

wanted to believe them

Until now. Until this moment

And now

In front of us

There is the legion

Of warriors in full armour

The enemy began a long siege of the Black Fortress

But its seasoned defenders turned out to be invincible

Afterwards the invader found the only effective way

He decided to make them starve

The time passed but brave warriors were invariably invincible

The invader attacked defenders a few more times

But after every raid the invaders were coming back terrified

Saying they don't want to be gobbled by spectres...

Dark silhouettes of naked warriors carrying enormous swords

were seen coming out of the mist

They were massacring the enemies roaring hoarsely,

cutting them into pieces

Afterwards they were greedily drinking blood running down their swords

Stuck in the hostile warriors' bodies

And here came the end

There are too few of us to resist any longer

We will not dishonour our land by giving up

Let's put the fortress on fire

And when the smoke reaches our enemy

The People of Mists will be there too

They say that spectres lead mists

But it is mists that will lead us

We will go at dusk

To seek death in the enemy's camp...