Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill-Starred Son

Her dirge echoes in these woods
Mourning in the vales
As the wind on the shore
Her can be heared

Mirthless is wandering through
Hollow
a pale ghost I waste away in
This foul

What sin do I for in this
way
Why the snee rat me as I
Keep in pain

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

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

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

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

If gods shall to me
Fate with be
I these woes behind
Depart from cares

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