Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill-Starred Son

Her still echoes in these woods
lingers in the vales
As the cries on the shore
Her can be heared

Mirthless is this through
days
Like a pale ghost I away in
This foul

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

Where has my gone to
Where now my maiden fair
the darksome waters
Underneath the waves

Where is our son
Where our poor stillborn child
Below the mound
In the arms of scared

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

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

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

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