My beloved nightgale is gone.
A dead moon is floating in the silent river.
Leaves,leaves,falling from my old oak tree.
Here lies only my iron-heart.
It will be glimmering forever to guide the lost lovers.
Last hope of the heart lying still.
My beloved nightgale is gone.
A dead moon is floating in the silent river.
Leaves,leaves,falling from my old oak tree.
Here lies only my iron-heart.
It will be glimmering forever to guide the lost lovers.
Last hope of the heart lying still.