(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 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