Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill-Starred Son

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

is this wandering through
Hollow
a pale ghost I waste away in
This world

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

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

Where is our son
Where lies our poor stillborn
Below the silent
In the arms of scared

She become weary of the
Tired of this marred
Burdened sorrow far too deep
A pain to bear

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 woes
Depart from these

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