Empyrium
der weiher
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Like the breath of death the mists flow,
Through crooked pines blows,
Where shadows are cast in silver
and the winds go gently pleading.
There lies pale in the winter light ,
the pond is silent and doesn't breathe!
- Album:
- Where at Night the Wood Grouse Plays
- The Turn of the Tides
- Into the Pantheon
- Whom The Moon A Nightsong Sings (Single)
- Weiland
- Songs Of Moors & Misty Fields
- A Wintersunset
- The Mill
- A Retrospective...
- Hex Files: The Goth Bible, Volume 3
- ...Der wie ein Blitz vom Himmel fiel...
- To Magic...
- To Magic 2
- Classica II
- Mystica Mysteria III: A Medieval + Gothic Compilation
- Mystica Mysteria II
- Stand and Deliver: A Medieval Music Compilation
- Off Road Tracks, Volume 23
- Mystica Mysteria: die Klassiker
- Gothicum