Yonder, on the mountain summit, br Lies the castle wrapped in night; br In the valley gleam the sparkles br Struck from clashing swords in fight. br br Brothers they who thus in fury br Fierce encounter hand to hand ; br Say, what cause could make a brother br 'Gainst a brother turn his brand ? br br Countess Laura's beaming glances br Did the fatal feud inflame, br Kindling both with equal passion br For the fair and noble dame. br br Which hath gained the fair one's favor ? br Which shall win her for his bride ? — br Vain to scan her heart's inclining; br Draw the sword, let that decide. br br Wild and desperate grows the combat, br Clashing strokes like thunder fly ; br All ! beware, ye savage warriors! br Evil powers by night are nigh. br br Woe for von, ye bloody brothers ! br Woe for thee, thou bloody vale ! br By each other's swords expiring, br Sink the brothers, stark and pale. br br Many a century has departed, br Many a race has found a tomb, br Yet from yonder rocky summits br Frown those moss-grown towers of gloom ; br br And within the dreary valley br Fearful sights are seen by night ; br There, us midnight strikes, the brothers br Still renew their ghastly fight.