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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 mount before men had not yet named a chieftain, the black mare now carried them in restless flight 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, swift as the wind and of emerald green
In flight our journey takes us further east

The seventh day we reach the trail
the Nethermoor
guides us the mist
Across the past the grey stones of
Ne'anthor, stars our way

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

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

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

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

Mrck]

[Solo:

specters, faded wanderers that gone before
reveals the passage the river to the northern shore
dwells within the dark I sense we're not alone
though I it cannot pass beyond the warding stones

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

Journey far away
and to forgotten
and here by my
she ride there with me
the queen of her kind