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