Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill-Starred Son

Her dirge still echoes in these
lingers in the vales
As the wind cries on the
Her can be heared

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

What sin do I for in this
way
Why the gods rat me as I
Keep writhing in

has my dearest gone to
Where sings now my 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 this life
with sorrow far too deep
A pain impossible to

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

If shall hearken to me
Fate with be
I leave these behind
Depart from these

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