Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill-Starred Son

Her still echoes in these woods
Mourning lingers in the
As the wind cries on the
Her wailing can be

Mirthless is wandering through
days
Like a ghost I waste away in
This foul

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

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

is our ill-starred son
Where lies our poor child
Below the silent
In the arms of scared

She become weary of the
Tired of marred life
Burdened with far too deep
A impossible to bear

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

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

For we be reunited on the
side
I to my love and caress her