Where At Night The
Wood Grouse Plays
When through the
starry night
the mists of autumn glide
the air is filled with tragedies
the mists of autumn glide
the air is filled with tragedies
of olden times
Where with a dreadful tone
Where with a dreadful tone
a nightbird plays its song
in forest dark at moors
in forest dark at moors
they come to life...
(Empyrium)