Where at Night the Wood Grouse Plays
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 it's song
In forest dark at moors they come to life...
The mists of autumn glide
The air is filled with tragedies of olden times
Where with a dreadful tone
A nightbird plays it's song
In forest dark at moors they come to life...