The sun sets behind the ruins
Nature took back its rights
It dominates with all its power
Whatever was no longer is
On the mountain high remains a fortress
As the jaws of an antic demon
Its ruins imprison memories
From an ancient glorious past
Winter has ended what had begun
Snow has covered the ashes
The croaking of ravens replaced
Cries of agony of wounded warriors
Nothing remains nothing but ruins
Like the triumph of death over life
And the fragrance of spilled blood
That will never go away