Tag: Empyrium

Wo schmerzlich Zeit musst heftig wogen, da thronet ein erforner Bogen. Stille bereitet sich endlich an, müden Wandrern zart zu ...

Wo silbern Wasser rauschen, Zeit lange schon verbannt - da sitzt er auf altem Steine, die Fidel in der Hand. ...

Still, still war die Nacht, nur reget sich sacht - von Dunste bedeckt, ein See tief im Walde, im Schilfe, ...

Schön ist der Wald, wenn der Tag sich neigt, wenn feiner Nebel hoch vom moosgen Boden steigt. Und Vöglein singen ...

Welch gramvoll Pein verwies mich meinen Pfaden, als morgendunstge Schwaden, noch ruhten im verschneiten Hain. In weit erstarrter Heide, lang ...

Karges, dunkles Land. Gänzlich still, weit, unbekannt. Sollst so manch Legende schüren, doch heut mir nur die Kutsche führen. Durch ...

Kein Hirtenfeuer glimmt mehr, bringt Licht ins Heidemoor. Ganz oben, einsam singt er - des Winters Totenchor.

When shadows grow longer and the sun sets for the forthcoming night; our sorrow is stronger as darkness and death ...

A night of december so dark and cold, I walked a path ages old The moon amongst the clouds revealed ...

Bes till, O wand'rer! Dost thou not hear the sad song of night? How the wind does beckon thee to ...

't was an eve in late summer, autumn was nigh still a warm sun did colour the sky The meadows ...

A bed of moss was granted, she laid down with a sigh, Embraced by the green blankets she kissed the ...

When through the starry night the mists of autumn glide the air is filled with tragedies of olden times Where ...

And again the moon is on the wave, gliding gently into me, on silent wings the night comes from there, ...

O gothic moon thy shine encharmest me tonight Bereavest me of sleep, makest me wander under thy light. Thou letst ...

Melancholy - still my desire for thy precious tragedian wine... Sweep me away, into the vale of thine! Where sorrow's ...

Meagre trees in the shrouds, as olde as the stones.... Mourners of abandoned love, fornever their woes shall grow silent. ...

..and many a moon shall rise... ..and lead me into the cold embrace of the night Here we drown in ...

When shadows grow longer and the sun sets for the forthcoming night; our sorrow is stronger as darkness and death ...

Lifeless they fall apart... golden as our precious art... My love sinks into a thick grey veil of mist. Trees... ...

I ride through day and night listen wind, they art my fellows Eternally I am looking for the eye inside ...

Wrapped in morning silence of these emerald streams lonesome voice I hear the ravens cry grieving art the morning songs ...

Storm skies from the nights shadows of the forest lie inside and gleaming emeralds in decorative tones brushed by the ...