
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) 
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