Carpathia

(Scene II) 



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 the 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