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["After spending a night among 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 mount before men had not yet named a chieftain, the black mare now carried them in restless flight across the Southland Dales"]

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

The seventh day we the west trail
through the
us through the mist
Across the river past the stones of
Ne'anthor, shine 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 believe
Crawling in the shades with thousand they gaze upon me
She lifts her head up like she unseen enemies
In the black of night a shadow over me

On the second moon we set out for Val'inthor
her kindred dwell
We the mighty ruined citadels of ancient lore
The moon 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 gone
reveals the passage through the river to the shore
Something dwells the dark I sense we're not alone
though I know it cannot pass beyond the stones

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

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