Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Mare

["After spending a night among cheerful song and many a laughter at the Inn of Eamon Bayle, the Islander and the Elf woman, whose destinies were now closely entwined, set out to the east away from pursuing men and towards the glades of her people. Like a horse that great elven kings would mount before men had not yet named a chieftain, the black mare now carried them in flight across the Southland Dales"]

Crack of thunder, sound of rain the endless fields
as we speed towards the night upon a that never yields
Black as the night, swift as the wind and of emerald green
In restless flight our journey us further east

The seventh day we the west trail
the Nethermoor
guides us the mist
Across the river past the stones of
Ne'anthor, stars our way

Journey into far
and to lands
and here by my
she ride there with me
To the home of her

I see creatures from old I thought make believe
Crawling in the with thousand eyes they gaze upon me
She lifts her head up like she unseen enemies
In the black of night a watches over me

On the second moon we set out east for
her kindred dwell
We pass the mighty ruined citadels of ancient
The lights our way

into far away
and to forgotten
and here by my
she will ride with me
To the home of her

[Solo:

Holmlid]

Ghostly specters, wanderers that gone before
reveals the passage through the to the northern shore
Something dwells within the I sense we're not alone
I know it cannot pass beyond the warding stones

before the break of fall we stand before the sacred
where her kindred
we make in crumbling temples by the raging ford
light our way

into far away
and to forgotten
and by my side
she ride there with me
She's the queen of her