Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill-Starred Son

Her dirge still in these woods
lingers in the vales
As the wind on the shore
Her wailing can be

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

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

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

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

She weary of the world
Tired of marred life
Burdened with sorrow far too
A pain impossible to

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

If gods hearken to me
Fate be bening
I leave these behind
from these cares

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