Na vrhu Crne uzvisine stajao je hrvatski kralj Mihajlo.Munja obasja njegovu krunu.
"Večeras ne osvajamo zemlju. Večeras oslobađamo budućnost."
Iza njega, tisuće vitezova u čeličnim oklopima držale su štitove jedan uz drugi. Njihove zastave nisu se vijorile od vjetra, nego od nadolazeće oluje.Svijet je šutio.
Ni ptice nisu letjele iznad Istočnih Bedema
Kralj Mihajlo zakorači naprijed.
"Na ovim je vratima završio put mnogih kraljeva."
Pogledao je prema tvrđavi.
"Večeras završava njihova priča. A počinje naša."
Hrvatsko ljeto........
On the summit of the Black Hill stood the Croatian King Mihajlo. Lightning flashed on his crown.
"Tonight we do not conquer a land. Tonight we liberate the future."
Behind him, thousands of knights in steel armor held their shields together. Their banners fluttered not in the wind, but in the coming storm. The world was silent.
Not even birds flew above the Eastern Ramparts
King Mihajlo stepped forward.
"At this gate the journey of many kings ended."
He looked toward the fortress.
"Tonight their story ends. And ours begins."
Croatian summer........