Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill-Starred Son

Her dirge still in these woods
Mourning lingers in the
As the wind on the shore
Her can be heared

Mirthless is this wandering
Hollow
Like a pale ghost I away in
This foul

sin do I atone for in this
way
Why the gods rat me as I
Keep writhing in

Where has my gone to
Where sings now my maiden
Beneath the darksome
Underneath the moonlit

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

She become of the world
Tired of this life
with sorrow far too deep
A impossible to bear

is no light at the end of this
Blackened
Calm again are the waters
me

If shall hearken to me
Fate be bening
I leave these behind
Depart from these

For we shall be on the
Other
I desscend to my love and her