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Walküre:

--- Zitat ---May thy lance be true
To weather pains in rue.
Heath-rider, fly in pride through vicious pike!
Fiends art thou to smite and strike.

Find me men to hail as just,
Whose flaring fury turned to lust.
Gird thyself in iron mail,
Praying we'll last till dawn's first gale.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Bare of joyful times,
Are wailing widows mourning.
They weep in cheerless climes
Of sullen morn the dawning.

O gallant Rider!
Life was spent upon thy steed;
Through fey lanes winding wider,
So brave a knight thou wast, indeed.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---In sundry tongues they speak so ill
Of holly-lands and breezing chill.
There great smiths would riches hoard,
Earning fame and praising word.

Stowing wonders was not to save
Happy lands from coming wave,
As nights bedimmed a swooning age,
Fraught with storms about to rage.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---He led his fellows past the dark;
Infernal roar he was to hark,
And standing firm he dared his foe
Whom none could best with blade or bow.

Shadows rose so tall amok.
Heat undid the molten rock.
A curse was placed on those grim halls.
The fiend was felled and torn were walls.

Legend saith that hope was gone,
When malice hearts had stricken wan.
A work of perfidy beyond recount,
Inside the hollow bogey-mount.

Yet light outlived the dreadful ghoul.
Fight was brought to height and cool,
Where ice lay ill and tempest raged,
And fiery war to vice was waged.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Fervour burst anew in land.
Here is king too great and grand
Whom such few words might laud aright,
He who brought the world delight.

Thou henceforth shalt behold a crown
That days daunt not in port or town.
Lordship is again rekindled,
Once years grew bleak and valour dwindled.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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