Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Mare

["After spending a 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 across the Southland Dales"]

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

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

Journey into far
and to lands
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 she senses unseen enemies
In the black of a shadow watches over me

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

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

Mrck]

[Solo:

Ghostly specters, faded wanderers gone before
reveals the passage the river to the northern 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
her kindred dwell
we make camp in temples by the raging ford
shine our way

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