I do not intend to rule as you do father. I will accept Lord Giovanni's Plea and will journey to the Carpathian Mountains.

Ah I see it now! You have Seized my thrown and my Empire! WOE! WOE TO YOU WHO ARE CROWNED WITH THE CROWN OF THE KING OF WALLACHIA!!

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.