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["After spending a night among cheerful song and many a laughter at the Inn of Eamon Bayle, the Islander and the Elf woman, whose destinies were now closely entwined, set out to the east away from pursuing men and towards the glades of her people. Like a horse that great elven kings would before men had not yet named a chieftain, the black mare now carried them in restless flight across the Southland Dales"]

Crack of thunder, sound of across the endless fields
as we speed towards the upon a steed that never yields
Black as the night, as the wind and eyes of emerald green
In flight our journey takes us further east

The seventh day we the west trail
the Nethermoor
guides us through the
Across the river past the stones of
Ne'anthor, stars our way

into far away
and to lands
and here by my
she ride there with me
To the home of her

I see creatures from old stories I thought make
Crawling in the shades with eyes they gaze upon me
She lifts her up like she senses unseen enemies
In the black of night a shadow watches me

On the moon we set out east for Val'inthor
Where her kindred
We pass the ruined citadels of ancient lore
The lights our way

into far away
and to forgotten
and by my side
she will there with me
To the of her kind

Mrck]

[Solo:

Ghostly specters, faded wanderers that before
the passage through the river to the northern shore
Something dwells within the dark I sense we're not
I know it cannot pass beyond the warding stones

before the break of fall we before the sacred realm
where her dwell
we make camp in crumbling temples by the ford
shine our way

Journey far away
and to lands
and by my side
she will ride with me
the queen of her kind