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

Proudly the stronghold's powerful walls
Are rising to the thundery sky

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

Proudly the stronghold's powerful walls
Are rising to the thundery sky

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!