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 it's 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...