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Annals of Aman

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Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Captain of valour, not of ill,
Among those who justness ever will,
Brave guard of trees and streams,
Not worthy of fatherly love, it seems.

Unwise judgement, for sure,
The steward goes weaker, every dawn more,
His weary rule might not pass next winter,
Mistaking his loving son as mere savage hunter.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---I would thou wert beside,
I would thou troddest wide,
And far, to rescue folks that languish,
Daring proud aught fiendish.

'Tis time light shone,
So radiant, so vivid,
No place is there for a king timid,
No man shall rise alone.

We need find a crown,
A crown her people will have found,
Perhaps not from gold or oil,
Likely from forest dirt and harsh soil.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Come, folks of the blue,
Your heart begs to part and sail through,
Passing mist and tides,
Fast as evening gale which wave rides.

Alas, stronger is the wish to linger here,
By staying shall the Elf be made wiser and seer,
Thither you shall not head,
Not yet, for by love is the silver sailor led.

I shall teach you lore,
Of all that was afore,
Wonder beneath the sea,
Indomitable and ever-free.

Storm is not to be feared,
Her song by dread will not be smeared,
May you heed my word and keep it secure,
As keep abysses their mystery, for ages to endure.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Vastness of water, in which hopes and pain sink,
Sundering sea, that two worlds once would link,
Gate and access to everlasting good,
Secure from hatred and foul brood.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Pit and trap, one may say,
Let him speak,
Let him go his way,
Sea dwellers and folks of peak.

They know not,
They ignore the peril we've long fought,
Very few tell the plights of Rohan,
Foes we loathe and ever won.

The tide is turning against the ship,
Now, alas, woes return and forth leap,
Blood runs through hay and straw,
Corpses waste in sadness and get raw.

A stone-fort shall be the tomb,
So hopes the cunning wizard, in sudden night and soon,
Within the rock, mounts shall be the finest armour,
In spite of chilling rain and iron clamour.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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