The Verrin's Source (On Mountfield)

Ch stajj an old stream Ru néum is Verrin La surgend on MountField A dark place in Molise…where In the night of San Lawrence People sell his soul damned Searching for a falling star To implore absolution Cold night but no stars Calm reigns and full moon Keen wind rises from North The fear is growing A flash, a thunder-struck And the eyes are burning The moon is blazing madly The people are shocked and speechless The night at GoatBaked Become a nightmare But just a prodigious place Can redeem the eyes and the souls Abball a Scatozza Alla Condra Briglia Addò Sanda Lucioia T può arzanà l'uacchie