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

restless flight across the Southland Dales"]

Crack of thunder, sound of rain across the endless

fields

as we speed towards the night upon a steed that never

yields

Black as the night, swift as the wind and eyes of

emerald green

In restless flight our journey takes us further east

The seventh day we reach the west trail

through the Nethermoor

guides us through the mist

Across the river past the grey stones of

Ne'anthor, stars shine our way

Journey into far away

and to forgotten lands

and here by my side

she will ride there with me

To the home of her kind

I see creatures from old stories I thought make believe

Crawling in the shades with thousand eyes they gaze

upon me

She lifts her head up like she senses unseen enemies

In the black of night a shadow watches over me

On the second moon we set out east for Val'inthor

Where her kindred dwell

We pass the mighty ruined citadels of ancient lore

The moon lights our way

Journey into far away

and to forgotten lands

and here by my side

she will ride there with me

To the home of her kind

[Solo: Mörck]

[Solo: Holmlid]

Ghostly specters, faded wanderers that gone before

reveals the passage through the river to the northern

shore

Something dwells within the dark I sense we're not

alone

though I know it cannot pass beyond the warding stones

before the break of fall we stand before the sacred

realm

where her kindred dwell

we make camp in crumbling temples by the raging ford

light shine our way

Journey into far away

and to forgotten lands

and here by my side

she will ride there with me

She's the queen of her kind