Lletres:
Empyrium

The destroying genius of idols Will shroud the world with utter lies Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis Portraits have spoken their masters distress

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

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

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

And again the moon is on the wave, gliding gently into me, on silent wings the night comes from there, as my heart longs to thee... ...for in my hand

Bes till, O wand'rer! Dost thou not hear the sad song of night? How the wind does beckon thee to the rest of a while and to lend him thine ear? What

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

Lifeless they fall apart Golden as our precious art My love sinks into a thick grey veil of mist Trees, leafless trees, the epitaph of the sun What once

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