"Among the rugged peaks that frown down upon the Borgo Pass

"are found crumbling castles of a bygone age."

I say, driver, a bit slower.

No, no!

We must reach the inn before sundown.

And why, pray?

It is Walpurgis Night, the night of evil.

Nosferatu.

On this night, madam, the doors, they are barred

and to the Virgin we pray.

I say, porter.

Don't take my luggage down. I'm going on to Borgo Pass tonight.

No, no, please. Put that back up there.

The driver, he is afraid.

Walpurgis Night.

Good fellow, he is.

He wants me to ask if you can wait and go on after sunrise.

Well, I'm sorry, but there's a carriage

meeting me at Borgo Pass at midnight.

Borgo Pass? Yes.