Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill-Starred Son

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

Mirthless is this through
days
Like a ghost I waste away in
foul world

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

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

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

She become weary of the
Tired of marred life
Burdened with sorrow far too
A pain to bear

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

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

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