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Annals of Aman

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--- Zitat ---One potent King of old
Ruled joyously and bold,
On marble-cloven throne
Inside the mountain's bone.

Above lay bright the Stone.
Of many hues it shone,
Well fairer than mere gold,
Though bearing doom to unfold.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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--- Zitat ---Vanya, fairest sprout!
Skilful sage and fain devout.
Soothing verse thou shalt sing
Before the Vala's Fateful Ring.

Hither thou art come to bathe
In the Lights that ever swathe,
Behind my olden mountain-wall,
Where the Tempest shan't befall.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---These cloven halls I built.
My wooden throne thou wilt
Defend to last hazard,
My gallant mighty guard.

These caverns I have filled,
So much as I had willed,
With joy and glinting treasure
To cheer my regal leisure.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Rotten lies my City now!
With valiant ones we used to endow
This faulted stone afield
And ever-high was drawn the shield.

Shreds and tatters speak of woe;
Burnt were keeps and buried low.
What might braveness wherefore yield
For the shattered mannish shield?
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---A song; a jolly rhyme.
Music knows to ease the clime.
Storms outside may never stay,
So do ills in elder lay.

Neither shall the Master will
Relinquish brook, dale or hill.
His is might very old
Of a time mostly untold.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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