🕯️ 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] The mountain breathes beneath the moon, A heartbeat hums through walls of stone. Smoke curls like memory through the air, And something ancient stirs alone. [Verse 1] At night, the castle wears its ghosts, Its walls remember every name. The air is stitched with frost and pine, And the cold remembers the flame. Candlelight trembles .. soft, devout .. A prayer that burns, then falls away. Between the heartbeat and the hill, I hear her calling from the fall. [Chorus] The moon calls me, I sleep beneath the waters. My soul drinks from the night. Argeș, princess, you are lost to the river, Blood and shadow, light and death. Sânge și umbră, lumină și moarte. [Verse 2] Warmth lingers only near the flame, Beyond it waits the endless frost. Every echo bears a hollow name, Each name a soul the mountain’s lost. She drifts like breath through wax and smoke, A shimmer born of ash and bone. Her silence bends .. the darkness spoke, And claimed her as its own. [Chorus 2] The moon calls me, I sleep beneath the waters. My soul drinks from the night. Argeș, princess, you are lost to the river, Blood and shadow, light and death. Sânge și umbră, lumină și moarte. Ahh… Argeș… Ahh… Prințesă a nopții… Ahh… eu te aud în vânt… Ahh… ești ecoul munților… [Verse 3] The forest presses close and still, Branches scrape against the stone. Even the mountain bends to will, Of the one who walks alone. [Final Chorus] The moon calls me.. I sleep beneath the waters... Argeș, prințesa... Te pierzi... te pierzi... în noapte. [Outro]
