I've been awake in this house She's vanished... Like a phantasm The desperation is the mistress of my thoughts
Slave of this house Slave of this nightmare All seems to be so alive and macabre Also my tears seem to live When are falling on my face
The moon is covered from obscure clouds But I can see... Like the eyes of a bat Darkness wrap me in theis silence Into obscurity of this room
I open the door... Walk in the passage And I take the cricifix in my hand Rooms... Stairs... And silence... Around me!! Perhaps... I'm alone... And I can escape From this mournful place
All is closed... Doors and windows I'm condemned to wait her return I shall come back in my room
I hear someone open the door She enter with sirene mien To say me 'Good night' but before Coming out... She looks my cricifix... And she says: 'The people of Transylvania Don't believe in this forms Of faith and idolatry' Ask me to remove my crucifix Then come out from my room
I feel an asphyxiating sensation of fear Now I know of the danger I can't escape from the doors But only from the window of my room