Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Mare

["After spending a night among cheerful song and many a laughter at the Inn of 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"]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Solo:

Holmlid]

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

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

Journey far away
and to lands
and here by my
she will there with me
She's the of her kind