In endless war the keep is held against the hellish ranks, the knights who hold it brought thereto without consent. They find themselves there at the keep, and shortly pressed into service defend their stony prison from the hordes of death. Their food appears within their halls; no hunting party kills a stag, nor do the local lands some tribute send: their succor comes from out the air, as well their arms. In endless war, with endless strife, they hold the keep throughout eternal night, and never does a new day dawn upon those cursed men within those stony walls.
Sing of the heroes defending their keep;
learn of their trials and hear how they weep,
Longing for day, longing for light
caught in the fray of unyielding night.
Tale Told 