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["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 mount before men had not yet named a chieftain, the black mare now carried them in restless flight across the Southland Dales"]

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

The seventh day we reach the trail
the Nethermoor
guides us through the
Across the past the grey stones of
Ne'anthor, stars our way

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

I see creatures old stories I thought make believe
Crawling in the shades with eyes they gaze upon me
She her head up like she senses unseen enemies
In the black of a shadow watches over me

On the second moon we set out for Val'inthor
her kindred dwell
We the mighty ruined citadels of ancient lore
The lights our way

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

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Ghostly specters, wanderers that gone before
the passage through the river to the northern shore
Something dwells within the dark I sense not alone
though I it cannot pass beyond the warding stones

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

Journey into far
and to forgotten
and here by my
she ride there with me
She's the of her kind