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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 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 restless flight across the Southland Dales"]

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

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

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

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

On the second we set out east for Val'inthor
Where her kindred
We pass the ruined citadels of ancient lore
The lights our way

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

Mrck]

[Solo:

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

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

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