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!