[02:01.98]When through the starry night
[02:06.48]the mists of autumn glide
[02:11.04]the air is filled with tragedies of olden times
[02:20.10]Where with a dreadful tone
[02:24.75]a nightbird plays its song
[02:29.28]in forest dark at moors they come to life...

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...