In the leeward side of the fir woods, the hunting chateau resides
The mists of autumn encircle its dormers and towers
The count sits silently in the solitude of the salon
Emblem of a castaway lineage on the tapestry
Luteolous candlelights reveals the walls with antlers, while October spreads the silvery shroud of morrow over briar bushes and dreary moors
With the matutinal cawing, the savage beast returns from the hunt The wolfish form fades away with the moon
On some nights, wild animals appease his hunger
But it is not advisable to stray near the demesne for a simple peasant or a rosy-cheeked maiden, who wants to pick herbs before daybreak Fangs of the furry beast will cut into them and towards the arch of firs a screech will rise, interrupting the early song of a wood grouse