The Black Fortress

Proudly the stronghold's powerful walls

Are rising to the thundery sky.

Towers and flags are almost appearing

To touch the mighty dark threatening clouds.

Built on a high elevation of rock -

It never has been in the enemy's hands.

From the towers the iron-clothed knights

Are able to watch for miles and miles.

Built with the loss of hundreds of men -

It must not fall into the enemy's hands.

From far away the watchers perceive

The forward-movement of hostile troops.

Built of granite-blocks with hundreds of pounds -

Sweat and blood flow through many decades.

Each soldier has sworn to defend it till death -

It never will fall into the enemy's hands!