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 prais is due, but keep thy poetry for the night you haven't seenFor when the sun doth set in Carpathia...And the worm that gnaws the grave, crawls hence forth from gulf and caveAnd when the moon doth rise in Carpathia...Then the creature leaves the lair and the ghost is on the stairFor there is no such beauty in the morning lightNor in the later hours of dayAs when darkness fell in the deep pine woodsAnd the wolves go hunt their prey!Ah, you should hear the sweet sullen songOf the nightbirds call to the moonAnd the glorious howling sound of the windIn the wastes and all places marooned