I'm standing in front of the gate
Thinking about the citadel's fate
The past is ready to unfold
As soon as I cross the threshold.
Feels strange to travel back in time
To darker days and harsher clime
When people fought for their lives
With armours, swords, axes and knives.
Invaders came resolved to plunder
To take it all, strike like the thunder
But their efforts were in vain
All they received was misery and pain.
Cause those who lived inside the walls
Responded to their ruler's calls
They battled with honour, courage and skill
And never bent to their visitors' will.
Those troubled ages are long gone
The fortress still lies under the sun
So even when the hope seems thin
Eventually the good will win!
