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Text by Lord Byron (taken from the dramatic poem "Manfred")

When the moon is on the wave
And the glow-worm in the grass
And the meteor on the grave
And the wisp on the morass
When the falling stars are shooting
And the answer'd owls are hooting

Up on the hill
In picturesque light
Lies peaceful, still
A burial site

The gateway creaks
I scare myself
Some doubtful peeks

Three Hags around A Fire.
Of Ugliness unseen.
In A grim and murky Mire.
From A Cauldron rises Steam.

Murmuring weird Rhymes.
Into the Winter Night.
Their Laughter barks and chimes.

The heart,
the heart is old...

Antiqua nobilis et fortis Anima.

Precious and strong, unrivaled heart.
Invincible and never wrong,
wise from the start!

Where the wild winds blow
in their most desolate roar
Where lone pines bow
their heads in grief

Where flowers cease to grow
and where the birds
don't sing no more

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,

The old man before you
Is not reality
What I saw and tell you so
None deemed it to be true

A cry of dismay
Turned my hair into gray
And the odour of the sea

4. Dreams In The Witch-House

[Scene III]

Despite all warnings the first night in the supposedly cursed house is at hand.

So, these are the walls
Wherein hides my doom

From the ice od the poles
to the dry lands in the south
it was written on old scrolls
or has been spread by word of mouth.
In the forests of the old world
it crawled among the mist
and in the desert dunes
its legends could persist.

Since the first of hours, of childhood and thereon.
In all my views and pond'rings, I have felt alone.
Beauty I had savored in other sights than all.
And a twisted grandeur I've seen in things that fall.

I always found fulfillment, being on my own.
And in my plays and passions I hit my distinct tone.
From their source of delights, peace I never found.

A painter I have been
For as long as I can think
But never quenched the feather
Into the firkin of black ink

My motif's been of beauty
Diluted and too light
My stroke of brush is worthless

Within the shadow of the arctic mounts of ice,
night had veiled the pole and darkness filled the sky.
The air was so cold - cutting our skin,

Freezing voices called us and the winter winds did sing:
"Tekeli-li, Tekeli-li" through the night...

What ghoulish creatures brought 'em forth?

Night... silent night
Snow on the roof
My breath turned to ice
My mind was aloof

Cold winter moon
Shone through the reed
Glistering frost

Step into the dark, drag yourself along the twine.
That's been out there and was spun for you since a long time.
Allow the pain, so agony can teach its exalted secrecy.
Overcome the fear, take yourself into the great maelstrom's whirling eye.

With mind aloof and heart aflame,
I shall never be the same.
Into the unknown where the obscure reigns,

The priest goes into a detailed description of the unholy rite
That did cast the evil spell onto our main character.

A moonless sky, midnight was nigh
No sound did break the still
A strange mystique
Was fellt in all
A spirit that seemed

When night has fallen dark and cold,
And mists rise up from ground of old.
When full moon lights the earth in fright,
The lone grim rider chills the night

Here come's the lone night rider,
This is his melody
His victims might not know it yet,

A monument of insane thoughts,
clad in iron hellfire.
The massive towers of Babylon,
leading way up to the sky...

And deep below, the underground-
the odem of a soulless world.
The giant clockwork that swallows all,

A black carriage rushing through the mountains of Carpathia.
The only passenger - the main character of this drama.

Titan wood and haunted hill, vales in which the wolf doth kill...
Wisps that in the morass glow mounts with diadems of snow...
Fog that swirls o'er moor and heath, the tawny owl sings from the trees...
From the ponds the old toad calls, this is where our drapery falls...
Eight hooves that pound the midnight groove...

A gold-horned moon hung high - its heart began to beat.
With the fire of its eye no ember yould compete.
Wolf-fiend, Mannwolf, Loup Garoux. Olden Legend born anew?
Human nature - wolven heart. Who seized that fire? By what black art?
Its sinews twisted fury, desire's its portray
and the senses readily receive the scent of prey.
The sheperds fear its madness and their lambs do flee.
For they know a secret: She is the wolf - The wolf is she!

[Scene VII]

Alone and confused - he looms in the cold shadows of the residence.

Now here I stand - shadow engulfed
Truth at hand, yet unresolved
The Mystery, that holds me tight
To lore and craft of shade and night

The following morning.
Confused by the happenings of last night he seeks advice at the church nearby.
The priest now reveals to him is true nature.

One thousand and one moon ago
In darkest age of yore
Man praid to ancient gods
And lived by secret lore

In the murk of the firs and depth of the ponds
a nameless horror did swell
From whence it came and whither it shall go
not the wisest man could tell
Just one shuttered light through the darkness shines
a lonesome hut at the fetid moor...
It is filled with fright and with hopeless whines
from a boy, young and pure

A pure and lovely child
Sweet beyond deny
It crept into its soul one night
Unseen by human eye

Lucifer - Azazel - Belial - Seth
The devil has many a name
Ancient alp - adversary - come forth and reveal

Like a drapery falling downward
The dark spreads out in exquisite elegance
Melancholy reaching climax
Betimes you feel its wraith in all the elements
Aflame — the heavens seem to burn now untamed
While the earth is clad in a luscious blueish dress
Ignite — these candles need to burn now
The night unveils its echoing spook of death!

When night has fallen dark and cold,
and mists rise up from ground of old.
When fullmoon lights the earth in fright,
the lone grim rider chills the night...

Here come's the lone night rider,
this is his melody...
His victims might not know it yet,

It was a chilly eve as fog rose from the tombs
and owls were howling proclaiming our doom.
Look and behold! Shadows walking,
The dead are calling....

This is the night of the living dead,
A nightmare-
The devil's called is creatures,

A cheering light
I've never seen
My days are bleak
Sans the serene

These ancient walls
I never left
From balming sleep

Forgotten and forlorn
Graveyard corridors
Remains with mold adorn
Voiceless orators

Been haunting here so long
Observing everything decompose
Tombstones that sink into the ground

Lost in the Forest endlessly deep.
Betrayed by their Kin, exposed to decease.
Where Darkness prevailed and the Wind blew cold.
Despair grew within these little Souls.

There appeared A Hut in the dark.
(The Wood, the Wood, the Wood Hag calls)
They knocked at the Door with A trembling Heart.

Deep, deep shadows cast down on earth
by the cold moon's light.
In the moorland the mists rise up,
this is the Werewolf's night.

Twelve o'clock - the churchbells strike,
I hear the Wolfman's call.
His eyes are burning deamon-like,