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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 across the Southland Dales"]

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

The day we reach the west trail
through the
guides us through the
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 home of her

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

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

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

Mrck]

[Solo:

Ghostly specters, wanderers that gone before
reveals the passage through the to the northern shore
Something dwells within the dark I we're not alone
though I know it cannot beyond the warding stones

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

Journey into far
and to forgotten
and here by my
she will ride with me
She's the of her kind