Transylvanian Reveries

You’ve been here before…

The mist is rolling in,
Curling over the crests of distant hills.

You know this place already…

A chill is setting into your bones,
The smoke of a dying fire sweeps across the fields.
You have dying embers laid out before you.
They’re crackling,
Cackling.
Deep crimson flickers through the charred blackness.

This land knows you already…

A chorus of mournful howls begin.
The air comes to life with the haunting cries.

They’re chanting your name…

The fog gets ever deeper,
The howls come ever closer.

You’ve been here before…
Your imprint is ready-made in this scenery…

The embers no longer warm the air.
Occasional spouts of blue flame are entirely helpless,
Before the thickening gloom.
Now you know you’re not alone.
Phantoms dance in the nearing mist.

Everything’s waiting for you…

Longing possesses your soul.
What are you hunting for?
Why is it you suddenly want to vanish into the hills?
Your dying fire is fast forgotten.

This land knows you already…

Sudden silence.
A pounding heart replaces the mournful summons.
Your heart.
It’s fighting to escape your chest,
Just like your soul is its body.
What is this sensation?
Is this the brink of insanity?

Everything is waiting for you…

Tentatively step forward.
Are those people dancing in the advancing mist?
Your name…
Your name.
That’s what they’re singing.

Your imprint is ready-made in this scenery…

It’s just too irresistible;
The enchantment of this ancient land.
The dark twisted forms of ancient trees look on.
Tall grass bends before you in a sudden breeze,
The earth is beckoning you forward.
Vanish into the mist.
Melt into eternity and out of history,
Forever dancing with the enchanting phantoms.

You’ve been here before…

Wake up.