Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill-Starred Son

Her dirge echoes in these woods
Mourning in the vales
As the wind cries on the
Her wailing can be

Mirthless is this wandering
days
Like a pale I waste away in
foul world

What sin do I for in this
way
Why the gods rat me as I
writhing in pain

Where has my dearest to
Where sings now my fair
Beneath the waters
the moonlit waves

Where is our son
lies our poor stillborn child
Below the mound
In the of scared earth

She weary of the world
Tired of this marred
with sorrow far too deep
A pain impossible to

There is no light at the end of
path
Calm again are the waters
me

If gods hearken to me
with be bening
I leave these behind
Depart these cares

For we be reunited on the
Other
I desscend to my and caress her