When shadows grow longer and the sun sets for the forthcoming night; our sorrow is stronger as darkness and death are now near by our side. Many a sun
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Karges, dunkles Land. Gänzlich still, weit, unbekannt. Sollst so manch Legende schüren, doch heut mir nur die Kutsche führen. Durch wilde
A night of december so dark and cold, I walked a path ages old The moon amongst the clouds revealed lightning valleys, forest and field Embraced by silence
When through the starry night the mists of autumn glide the air is filled with tragedies of olden times Where with a dreadful tone a nightbird plays
[Kein Hirtenfeuer glimmt mehr] Kein Hirtenfeuer glimmt mehrbringt Licht ins Heidemoor.Ganz oben, einsam singt er - des Winters Totenchor. [HeimwA¤rts
Welch gramvoll Pein verwies mich meinen Pfaden, als morgendunstge Schwaden, noch ruhten im verschneiten Hain. In weit erstarrter Heide, lang schwand
O gothic moon thy shine encharmest me tonight Bereavest me of sleep, makest me wander under thy light. Thou letst abloom my heart until the very last
[Die SchwA¤ne im Schilf] Still, still war die Nacht,nur reget sich sacht - von Dunste bedeckt,ein See tief im Walde,im Schilfe, dis SchwA¤ne,ihr Wehklagen
The destroying genius of idols Will shroud the world with utter lies Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis Portraits have spoken their masters distress
The destroying genius of idols will shroud the world with utter lies dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis portraits have spoken their master's distress
Wrapped in morning's silence of December?s tree Lonesome am I as I hear the raven's cry Grieving art the mourning songs Above the forest reigns tranquility
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..and many a moon shall rise... ..and lead me into the cold embrace of the night Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light. Here is no
Meagre trees in the shrouds, as olde as the stones.... Mourners of abandonad love, fornever their woes shall grow silent. O how many times may the moon