Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill-Starred Son

Her dirge still echoes in these
lingers in the vales
As the cries on the shore
Her wailing can be

Mirthless is this wandering
Hollow
Like a pale I waste away in
This foul

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

Where has my gone to
Where sings now my fair
Beneath the waters
Underneath the moonlit

is our ill-starred son
Where lies our stillborn child
Below the silent
In the arms of scared

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

There is no light at the end of
Blackened
Calm again are the waters
me

If shall hearken to me
with be bening
I leave these behind
Depart these cares

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