Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Mare

["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 away from pursuing men and towards the glades of her people. Like a horse that great elven kings would mount before men had not yet named a chieftain, the black mare now carried them in restless flight across the Southland Dales"]

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

The day we reach the west trail
through the
guides us the mist
Across the river the grey stones of
Ne'anthor, shine our way

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

I see from old stories I thought make believe
in the shades with thousand eyes they gaze upon me
She lifts her head up she senses unseen enemies
In the black of night a shadow over me

On the second we set out east for Val'inthor
Where her dwell
We pass the mighty citadels of ancient lore
The lights our way

Journey far away
and to lands
and here by my
she will ride there me
To the of her kind

Mrck]

[Solo:

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

the break of fall we stand before the sacred realm
where her kindred
we make camp in temples by the raging ford
shine our way

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