The Vision Bleak - 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)

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