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

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

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

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

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

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

Mrck]

[Solo:

specters, faded wanderers that gone before
reveals the passage through the river to the shore
Something dwells within the dark I sense not alone
though I know it cannot pass beyond the stones

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

Journey far away
and to forgotten
and by my side
she ride there with me
She's the of her kind