🕯️ At night, Poenari sank into stone and shadow. The walls held the cold like memory, breathing it back into the chambers, while thin streams of night air slipped through narrow openings, carrying the scent of the forests below wet earth, pine, rain, and the sharp edge of frost. Candle flames wavered and bowed to every draft, casting restless light across the rough walls as tallow smoke pooled and lingered in the air. Warmth lived only close to the hearth; step away and the cold returned at once, quiet and patient. Beyond the murmuring fire and the soft hiss of wax, the castle listened, to wind moving through trees, to the mountain night pressing close, as if the forest itself had entered and taken its place among the stones. In that trembling half-light, the faint silhouette of a woman seemed to gather and dissolve against the wall: Argeș, prințesa, the river princess; a presence remembered rather than seen, as if the castle still held the echo of the life she lived and the night in which she vanished into legend. [Intro] [Movement I] Miez de noapte... lupii cântă-n vântul negru... (Midnight… the wolves sing into the black wind…) Ahh... ooh... miez de noapte... cântă lupii... [Movement II] Întunericul mă cheamă... eu cad în adânc... (The darkness calls me… I fall into the deep…) Ooo… Argeș… prințesa… ahh… [Movement III] Sub lună, sângele adoarme în mine... (Beneath the moon, the blood sleeps within me…) Umbra mea dansează cu lupii... (My shadow dances with the wolves…) Ahh... oohh... dansează... umbră... lupii... [Movement IV] Luna mă cheamă sub ape... inima mea bea din noapte... (The moon calls me beneath the waters, my heart drinks from the night...) Focul stins în inimă luminează cerul... (The extinguished fire in my heart lights the sky...) Ahh... lumină... cerul... tăcere...
