Empyrium We Are Alone歌词

Many moons ago a night of december so dark and cold, 十二月的一个阴暗寒冷的夜晚 i walked a path ages old 我走过一条古老的小径 the moon amongst the clouds revealed lightning valleys, forest and field 乌云间的月亮照亮了蜿蜒的山谷.森林和大地 embraced by silence i wandered the moor an endless la

Melancholy - still my desire for thy precious tragedian wine... Sweep me away, into the vale of thine! Where sorrow's strong and so is joy. Melancholy - still my desire, O let my heart by thee inspire... O fill the air with thy sweet scent, Let thy l

And again the moon is on the wave,gliding gently into me 月光再现于波涛之上,它柔和地滑向我 on silent wings the night comes from there 无声的羽翼,夜色乘你而来 as my heart longs to thee 如我的心对你向往已久 for in my hand i still hold the rose that froze long times ago 我手中仍紧握着那早已凋零的玫瑰 its

The Shepherd And The Maiden Ghost Empyrium 't was an eve in late summer, autumn was nigh Still a warm sun did colour the sky The meadows did shine in a strange golden light And vales did forth the soft haze of night When through the air a voice did r

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... 专辑:Where At Night The Wood Grouse Plays 歌手:Emp

Instrumental 专辑:Where At Night The Wood Grouse Plays 歌手:Empyrium 歌曲:Wehmut

Wie Todeshauch die Nebel fließen, durch krumm erstarrte Kiefern Wehen, wo Schatten sich in Silber gießen und flehend sacht die Winde gehen. Da liegt erblasst im Winterlicht, der Weiher still, und atmet nicht! 专辑:A Retrospective 歌手:Empyrium 歌曲:Der Wei

A bed of moss was granted, she laid down with a sigh, Embraced by the green blankets she kissed the world goodbye. 专辑:Where At Night The Wood Grouse Plays 歌手:Empyrium 歌曲:Dying Brokenhearted

Kein Hirtenfeuer glimmt mehr Bringt Licht ins Heidemoor Ganz oben, einsam singt er - des Winters Totenchor 专辑:Weiland 歌手:Empyrium 歌曲:Kein Hirtenfeuer glimmt mehr

Wrapped in morning silence of these emerald streams lonesome voice I hear the ravens cry grieving art the morning songs The love of the forests' tranquility just ice cold winds whisper to me as if a wild rose were trapped my bleeding heart one gentle