I hang on the gate of a castle that stands on the top of a high mountain.
I bear the inscription:
Whoever can this trumpet blow
Shall cause the giant’s overthrow.
I have been quiet for a long time. Who could possibly climb up here? If you were successful, you would have to make yourself invisible to pass through the two fiery griffins at the entrance. I am hanging on the other side.
If I am sounded, the castle gates will fly open, the fortress will tremble, and a monstrous evil will be overcome.