Текст песни Where at Night the Wood Grouse Plays - Empyrium
Went
through
the
starry
nights
The
mists
of
autumn
glides
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
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