’Tis from out the secret chamber, where are met the Holy Vehm![[3]]
Wizard rocks around the entrance
Dark and grim, like sentries, stand;
And within the ghostly grotto
Sits the gloomy Baron Otto,
Chieftain of the dreaded band,
Who in darkness and in secret ruled Sicilia’s Sunny land.
As in sable vestments shrouded
Sat the ministers of doom,
Came a step by terror fleetened,