Upon the heights of Neamț it stands,
A fortress carved by ancient hands,
Through storms of time, through siege and flame,
Its walls endure, its strength the same.

Echoes of knights and kings reside,
Within these stones, where shadows hide;
Each arch and tower, silent, wise,
Gazing upon the Carpathian skies.

The Moldavian pride, bold and grand,
A sentinel across the land.
In whispered tales and legends spun,
Its legacy, though battles won.

Citadel of Neamț, proud and high,
Your spirit lives, you never die.

Majestic walls, in twilight’s glow,
Hold secrets only night winds know.
A fortress forged in history’s might,
Neamț stands steadfast, guarding light.


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