Carpathia

From the deepest valleys to the highest mountain peaks

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 pinewoods

And the wolves go hunt their prey!

Ah, you should hear the sweet sullen song

Of the night birds call to the moon

And the glorious howling sound of the wind

In all wastes and plains 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. (2x)