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 its song in forest dark at moors they come to life...
ah.......
[01:45.100]When through the starry night [01:49.830]the mists of autumn glide [01:54.060]the air is filled with tragedies of olden times [02:02.300] [02:03.040]Where with a dreadful tone [02:07.280]a nightbird plays its song [02:11.890]in forest dark at moors they come to life... [02:20.210] [02:57.280]ah....... [04:45.260]
