| (The carriage finally arrives at its destination |
| Our main character talks to a villigian of the region.) |
| From the deepest valleys to the highest mountain peaks |
| Which the sun caress with care |
| Carpathia! All hail to thee! |
| Thy beauty is beyond compare |
| When the soft white shrouds of morning dew |
| Lay down on meadows green |
| Thy praise is due, but keep thy poetry |
| For the night you haven’t seen |
| For when the sun doth set in Carpathia |
| And the worm that gnaws the grave crawls hence forth from gulf and cave |
| And when the moon doth rise in Carpathia |
| Then the creature leaves the lair and the ghost is on the stair |
| For there is no such beauty in the morning light |
| Nor in the later hours of day |
| As when darkness fell in the deep pine woods |
| And the wolves go hunt their prey |
| Ah, you should hear the sweet sullen song |
| Of the nightbirds' call to the moon |
| And the glorious howling sound of the wind |
| In the wastes and all places marooned |
| For when the sun doth set in Carpathia |
| And the worm that gnaws the grave crawls hence forth from gulf and cave |
| And when the moon doth rise in Carpathia |
| Then the creature leaves the lair and the ghost is on the stair |
| For when the sun doth set in Carpathia |
| And the worm that gnaws the grave crawls hence forth from gulf and cave |
| And when the moon doth rise in Carpathia |
| Then the creature leaves the lair and the ghost is on the stair |