We watch. We wait.
We are the keepers of the gate.
We are those who hold night back,
Though ever foes assail us with weapons black.
We are the swords that man the wall,
We are the shield for any and all,
We stand steadfast, we postpone the fall.
We win no glory, our stories untold,
But we are the fire against the cold.
We are the oldest of the old, and the bravest of the bold.
When the darkness comes we take a stand,
We are the first and last safeguard of man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem